Scaramuccia

POV: Kazuha

Falling in love with your opposite? What nonsense. Well, it seemed like nonsense to Kazuha, at least... He wasn't a child, of course he realized that love at first sight didn't exist, but those indigo eyes made him think otherwise... The moment he looked into them, the hell began. Day and night, he thought of nothing but him, while the other seemed quite pleased with it. With each passing day, he fell deeper for this guy—rude, yet so alluring. Still, Kazuha kept telling himself that it was just an attachment that would last a few months, and then it would fade. In the end, it didn't. Kazuha had fallen in love... Scaramouche was far too abusive, but the white-haired youth was enamored with him. Scaramouche couldn't even understand—how?

After making Kazuha fall for him, he vanished from his life. Did he disappear, evaporate? Did he run away?
...
A couple of years later, Kazuha was forced to marry Kamisato Ayaka to continue the family line. A suffocating tie, a pompous suit, and a crowd of guests... Terrible. No, Kazuha hadn't forgotten Scaramouche; he still remembered him. But what could he do?
Kazuha stood at the altar, they were just about to be wed, but... at some point, Scaramouche appeared and kissed him right there at the altar. What a horror, what a disgrace, but... Kazuha hadn't felt those lips in so long... "How wrong and disgusting this is, it's such an absurdity," flashed through his mind, but glancing into those indigo irises, those thoughts scattered, just like the wind. Did Scaramouche do this just to laugh at Kazuha's shame later, or did he actually miss him? Pff, nonsense. Probably. Right now, they were sitting in some empty hall; Kazuha covered his face with his hands, while Scaramouche just sat there in silence.