❝ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏ ʟɪꜰᴇ.❞

╰──➤ 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿

After a full weekend of forcing Scaramouche to study, you walked into the school building and tried your best to keep your eyes open while you sorted out your locker, grabbing what you needed for your first classes. While you did so, a familiar face approached from the side.

"Y/n? My, you look tired..."

"Yeah..." You replied, rubbing your eye while you held your books with your other hand. "How was your weekend?"

"Unfortunately dull," she sighed. "I'm running low on money again, do you think you could put in a good word for me at Komore Teahouse?"

"Sure, we need a few more people anyway," you agreed while closing your locker.

You began walking down the hallway with her until you reached your classroom. You stopped by the door and she did the same.

"By the way, did your mom stop giving you an allowance or something?" You asked.

"Yeah, that old hag said I need to fix my grades if I want her money. They aren't even bad, though, I'm a solid B student! Hmph, irrational."

You gave her a half-hearted smile, "I think it's just because she knows you can do better."

"She should say that then," she huffed. "Anyway, I need to get to class. I'll see you later, Y/n."

"Bye, Mona," you gave a small wave while she turned and walked away.

When you entered the classroom, you were confused to see another person in your seat. You looked back to your homeroom teacher, looking for an explanation.

"Sucrose has recently been having a hard time seeing the front of the class, so I'm switching your seats," Miss Gunnhildr said.

"Oh," you nodded before looking back to Sucrose's previous desk. But then you realized Scaramouche was next to it, and you suddenly became suspicious that he had something to do with the change. Still, you walked over and sat down, setting your books on your desk.

"Did you have something to do with this?" You demanded, sending him a glare.

A subtle smirk appeared on his face, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

"I might've told Sucrose to say something," he shrugged. "And I might've suggested for her to switch with you."

You rolled your eyes, "What do you want from me then? I already helped you all weekend."

"I just want to get my grades up as soon as possible," he stated. "My mom won't give me any money for paint supplies anymore, and I can't get it by myself."

You wanted to suggest him taking a job at Komore Teahouse, but something told you he wouldn't have liked that very much.

"What, so you want to use homeroom for more study time?" You presumed.

"Yeah."

"Fine, but only because I appreciate your effort," you grumbled. "Also, have you finished painting any of the pictures I gave you?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because they're my photos."

"Well, I'm not telling you."

"You're so rude for literally no reason-"

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"Mona, do you know anything about Scaramouche?" You queried as you sat down at one of the many lunch tables in the cafeteria. Mona took the seat beside you and stared at you with a baffled expression.

"Why would you want to know about that brat?"

"I've been tutoring him recently, I was just wondering," you shrugged.

"You shouldn't talk to him, Y/n," she advised. "He'll ruin your reputation."

"It's not like I have much of a reputation anyway," you muttered, gently stabbing the meat on your plate with your fork. "I don't think most of the people here even know I exist."

"I'm sure some people consider you as academic competition," she replied, using her own fork to take a bit of your food. You didn't acknowledge her actions.

"Maybe," you sighed.

"Why are you so out-of-energy today? Were you up studying late again?"

"Yeah," you lied.

You were most certainly not willing to tell her that you were having an intense mental breakdown until five in the morning.

"Geez, Y/n," she shook her head. "You can't make your life all about school."

"I don't!" You objected. "I do photography too..."

"Y/n..." She gave you an expectant look. "You have absolutely no life."

"Yeah, yeah, stop bullying me..."

She chuckled and you began actually eating your lunch. Things were peaceful for at least ten minutes until suddenly, the crashing sound of a table being flipped over resonated throughout the entire room. You let out an audible gasp and whipped around in your seat. Mona turned around while grabbing her phone, ready to record whatever was happening.

And what was happening shouldn't have come as a surprise to you, but it did.

Scaramouche was standing in front of the flipped table, which held a few fellow classmates underneath it. Immediately, you were desperate to know who provoked him and how. Mona had hit the record button when a few teachers rushed over, one of them harshly grabbing Scaramouche's arm. The rest of the grade watched in almost complete silence.

"What do you think you're doing!?" Miss Lawrence demanded.

Scaramouche didn't respond, just ripping his arm out of her grasp. His refusal didn't matter, though, since Miss Lawrence took him by the wrist and forced him out of the room, to the principal's office.

"What the hell happened...?" You whispered.

Mona stopped recording as the other teachers lifted the table and checked the pinned students for any injuries. She stuffed her phone in her pocket and looked at you.

"Are you still sure you want to spend time with him?"

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After being sent home by the principal, Scaramouche thought he'd be in for quite a lecture.

"Go to your room. You're grounded for the entirety of your suspension."

But that was it.

He went up to his room and closed the door before turning around, glancing to his unfinished painting. It was one of your pictures that you took of the morning sky, just as the world was waking up. He ran out of paint in the middle of working, so he had to wait to finish.

He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, resting the back of his right hand on his forehead. He closed his eyes, frustrated with himself and everyone else.

"Hey, Scaramouche! You're an artist, right?"

"What do you want?"

"Just wanna say, I saw your art when Y/n was carrying it around last week. It was great. Didn't know you were so romantic that you made art for your girlfriend!"

The way that asshole laughed when he said that was too aggravating. Scaramouche could only wonder why everyone was so against his passion. Well, everyone except you. At that thought, he realized he somewhat wanted to befriend you. He'd never admit it, though. But how could he not want to be your friend when you're the only one who showed an ounce of support for him? Aside from Makoto, but even that was rare. Thinking about it made him more upset, considering the fact that he only started talking to you a few days before.

"Whatever..."