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"Scaramouche? Scaramouche!"
Scaramouche snapped out of whatever delusion he was in, sitting up straight. Giggles could be heard from his classmates, but one of them was eyeing him worriedly. The teacher sighed, taking her marker and resuming the lesson. He had a nauseating feeling in his stomach and a pounding in his chest, but it was far from his physical health. Without saying another word, he stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door with a bang and running down the hall.
"Hey! Where are you- Ugh, forget it. Let's just resume the lesson." The teacher massaged her head, cursing under her breath. Kazuha raised an eyebrow. "Psst- Psst! Hey!" He turned to his left, seeing Venti dramatically whisper to him. "Is he okay?-" Kazuha shrugged. "I don't know." Venti tilted his head to the side, playing with his braids. Kazuha stared into the direction Scaramouche ran off to, a slight pang of worry bubbling in his chest.
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Scaramouche ran in his and Kazuha's dorm, slamming the door behind him as he sank towards the floor. He hugged his knees close to him, burying his head in between them. He shivered, his heart pounding with pain. Everything was a blur as of now, and the teacher wasn't there to snap him out of it. He just couldn't bear to break down in front of the whole class. He wasn't crying, not yet at least. But he couldn't help but want someone to hug.
As if his body acted all on his own, he grabbed his phone and called Kazuha's number. It should be break time by now, so he thought it would be okay. "Kazuha?" Thankfully, he picked up faster than expected. "Scara. Are you alright? What happened earlier?" He curled up his shaking fist in a ball. "I don't want to explain that here..can you just get over here?" He heard Kazuha sigh on the other line. "I'll be right there."
He hung up, dropping his phone on the bed and sitting on the floor. Not longer than 10 minutes later, he heard a soft knock on his door. "Scara? Open up, it's me." Scaramouche walked to the door, letting Kazuha in before shutting it again. "Hey- Mind telling me why you stormed off earlier?" He said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Scaramouche sat down on the bed, followed by Kazuha sitting next to him. "Promise you won't tell?" Kazuha nodded.
Scaramouche balled his fists, swallowing alot of anxiety just to say a few simple words. "Do you remember that guy I used to like? The one who rejected me too many times but I didn't do anything about it?-" Kazuha's face scowled just a little bit, but he nodded. "Well..he reached out to me recently. And I don't know how to react." He saw Kazuha raise an eyebrow at the corner of his eye. "What do you mean?" Scaramouche opened his mouth to speak, but a small sob came out of it instead.
Against his will, he started tearing up and getting tenser, immediately making Kazuha wrap his arms around him comfortingly. "Hey, hey- What did he do to you?" Scaramouche shook his head. What genuinely made Kazuha worried was that Scaramouche didn't push him off when he hugged him. Which indicated that he probably shouldn't let him go. "It's just- When I loved him, he didn't care about me at all. He'd flirt with other people in front of me, he'd bring me up just to let me back down, and other things."
"But somehow..despite all of that, I still loved him. I'd always still care for him and no matter what he did, somehow I'd still find a way to overlook it." Kazuha stayed absolutely silent, but somehow the silence wasn't discomforting at all. "And now that I finally managed to slowly get over him, and forget about all that pain- He has the audacity to- to come up to me and reach out like nothing happened. It was so stupid of me to fall for someone like that, but I can't turn back anymore."
Kazuha looked at him with stern but comforting eyes. "How dare he reach out to you?- What did he even say?" Scaramouche stayed silent, staring at the ground for a few minutes before speaking up. "He asked how I was." Kazuha heaved a sigh, pulling him close and rubbing his shoulder. "Look, I know it's hard. But try to forget him, alright?" Scaramouche stared at him with confused eyes. "But I already did. I'm fine now, I guess I just had to get that off my shoulders."
He went to stand up, but was immediately stopped when Kazuha grabbed his hand. "Not so fast." Scaramouche looked back at him, his eyes slowly starting to blur. "What do you want?" Instead of responding, Kazuha pulled him down and hugged him tight. Not much to his surprise, he felt his shoulder start to get a little damp. He pulled away, wiping the tears that were now on Scaramouche's eyes. "Come on, you don't think that I really wouldn't sense how you needed to let that out?" He received an elbow to his shoulder. "Shut it." Kazuha smiled, ruffling his hair with a smile.
"Now you had to listen to all my bullshit, and how stupid I let myself become-" He said, still trying to completely wipe the tears in his eyes. "Eh, it's not being stupid, it's called being human.. And if being your best friend means I have to listen to your bullshit until the day I die, I still would do it. Everyone needs someone," Kazuha poked his nose gently. "Even you." He slung an arm around Scaramouche, letting him lean on his shoulder. "You don't always have to be so tough around me, you know? Besides, even if you are, I know damn well when you're okay and when you're not."
Scaramouche didn't object with that one, because he was right. "I'm not supposed to be crying over someone that hurt me five months ago. That's just stupid." Kazuha hummed, shaking his head. "No it's not. It probably just means that you really did love him. Despite the asshole he was, of course. That thing doesn't deserve an ounce of your affection." He said, narrowing his eyes and sighing in disgust. "Thing?? Really??" Kazuha huffed. "Thing."
Scaramouche looked at him. "What am I supposed to do now?" Kazuha tilted his head. "Find someone out there, duh. Someone who isn't an asshole and would love you no matter what kind of shit you manage to get yourself into." He received a small chuckle from him. "Like who?" Kazuha smirked, tilting Scaramouche's chin to look up at him.
"Like me."