Scaramouche | roomate

You and Scaramouche had been roommates for months, but despite the time spent under the same roof, you were never close. You'd seen him interact with others—always sharp-tongued, sarcastic, and quick to mock. Yet, oddly enough, he never directed that rudeness toward you. After a particularly bad day, you trudged into the apartment, fatigue weighing heavy on your shoulders. As you approached the door to your shared room, you let your forehead rest against the cool wood, sighing deeply. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't hear the door opening from the other side. Suddenly, the door swung open, and both of you were caught off guard. In an instant, your balance tipped, and before you knew it, you were leaning into his chest. Scaramouche’s reflexes were quick—his arms wrapped around you, holding you steady. Your head rested against his chest, his heartbeat thudding beneath your ear as you stood there, surprised by the sudden closeness.