𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

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❝ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.❞

──➤ THE REALIZATION OF LOVE

The next day, you woke up astronomically late when Teucer ran into your room, saying you had a visitor. You begrudgingly sat up and rubbed your eyes, forcing yourself out of bed. However, when you tripped off the last step and into the living room, you weren't expecting to see Kazuha waiting for you on the sofa.

"K-Kazuha?" You stammered in surprise as he whipped his head around, worried because of the abrupt noise. "What are you doing here?"

He stood up and you realized he was holding a bouquet of yellow flowers, "I heard you were sick, so I... I decided to visit and check on you."

You awkwardly stood on your heels and nodded, "Thanks, I appreciate it... Um... Teucer, could you go to your room?"

The boy looked at you skeptically, but he still dashed up the stairs and once you heard his door shut, you let out a breath of relief and let your shoulders relax. Kazuha walked around the couch and held out the flowers to you.

"I also wanted to apologize."

You hesitantly took the bouquet, your hands brushing against his as you did so. This was a friendly gesture, as evident by the color. Your eyes darted to the side, unable to meet his gaze.

"Apologize... for what, exactly?" You asked.

He furrowed his brows and looked down, grasping the edge of his shirt with both hands, "Well, the way I... broke up with you... wasn't very honorable. At the time, it seemed like the right decision, but in hindsight, I was wrong. Because of my ignorance, things are very stiff between us, and I want that to change."

Your eyes widened and you finally looked him in the eye. You never expected an apology for the break up, but you were pleased to know he was remorseful. You didn't stop crying for weeks after he left you, but you always thought you were being overdramatic.

"Thank you," you smiled softly. "I don't blame you for your reasoning, though. It happens."

"I'm glad you understand," he nodded. "I only ignored your attempts to contact me because I was afraid of my guilt. I was avoiding it, which wasn't getting me anywhere."

"I get it," you said. "If I could avoid all my problems, I would definitely do it. Even if it was only for a minute of peace."

A sudden pang in your head caused you to swerve to the side. Kazuha went to put his hands on your shoulders to keep you up, but you pushed yourself back and against the wall, out of reach. You winced and shook your head slightly.

"Sorry, I don't wanna get you sick."

"It's fine," he smiled. "But we should both stop apologizing for today."

"Right."

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Exhausted, Scaramouche heaved a sigh and sat down in the break room, resting for the second time during his work hours. He'd improved at smiling for the customers and being more enthusiastic in general, but it made him feel infinitely embarrassed and tired.

"You look... Wounded."

He lifted his head to see Mona, with a rather disgusted look on her face as her eyes scanned his figure. Her tone was judgemental and she sat across from him, clearly with a purpose in mind.

He quirked his brow, "What do you want?"

She leaned forward, resting both her arms on the table, "I want to talk about you and Y/n."

"What is there to talk about?" He asked monotonously, eyes half-lidded.

"Well," she sighed. "For some reason, she seems to really like you. I, frankly, have no idea why, seeing as how you're so..."

She used her hand to gesture toward all of him and continued, "This. Anyway, I don't trust you."

"...Excuse me?"

"I. Don't. Trust. You."

He rolled his eyes, "Like that would be a first."

"Don't act smart with me," she huffed, leaning back and folding her arms over her chest while resting one of her legs atop the other. "I want to know what you're planning with her."

"What I'm 'planning'? Seriously?" He laughed mockingly. "I'm not planning anything. What would even make you think that?"

"Just the type of person you are," Mona scoffed. "She's been spending a lot less time with me ever since you showed up, and I want to know why."

"She was helping me study," he said, tapping his fingers quietly on the table. "Anything other than that has barely anything to do with me. She has a lot going on."

"Yes, I know."

"So... What, are you gonna say I cursed her or some stupid shit like that?" 

"No, of course not," she shook her head. "But I do have one question."

"And what is that?"

"Tell me your astrological sign."

He immediately stood up, causing the chair to make a harsh screeching noise as it dragged along the floor.

"Yeah, no, I'd rather go back to work than do this."

"No, I'm serious!" She insisted, getting up as well.

He walked toward the exit and pushed the door open, "Too bad. I didn't realize I was talking to one of those people."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" She exclaimed, taking full offense from his comment.

"You know all that shit's fake, right?" He asked, abruptly halting right before the entrance into the dining room. "It's just bullshit to stereotype people."

"It proves to be accurate!" She snapped, smacking him on the chest. "I shouldn't have tried talking to you."

"Yeah, I agree," he murmured, pushing his way out into the open.

There weren't too many customers present, since it was growing late and the place was due to close soon. His eyes wandered around the room; from the people to the decorations. Thoma was behind the counter as Scaramouche spotted a certain photo on the wall. He stepped beside Thoma while staring straight into the picture.

"Where did that photo come from?"

"Hm?" He hummed, following his line of sight. "Oh, Y/n took that one! The boss thought it looked so nice that she wanted to hang it up."

Scaramouche didn't recognize the specific image, but something about the style and type of place captured in the picture reminded him of you. He nodded and leaned against the wall behind the counter as Mona stood beside him. He peeked over at the girl before parting his lips to speak.

"You seriously think she likes me?"

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"Goodnight, Y/n!" Teucer grinned, patting your forehead as you laid in bed, tucked under the covers.

You chuckled, "Goodnight, Teucer. Go right to bed, okay? Don't stay up."

"I will," he sighed, dragging his feet as he walked to the doorway. "Love you!"

"Love you too."

He flicked the light off and skipped into the hallway, closing the door behind him. You were left staring off into the dark as a sigh escaped your lips. Suddenly, your phone chimed and you hastily went to grab it, clicking it open. Scaramouche was calling you.

"Hello?" You said after answering.

"Hey," he replied. "How are you feeling?"

You shrugged, though he couldn't see it, "I'm fine. I think I'm past the point of being contagious now, so there's that. At this point, I just have a really bad headache. Don't worry, you won't have to cover my shifts for much longer."

You couldn't hear a reply, so you furrowed your brows and pressed the phone closer to your ear.

"Scara?"

"I was thinking," he started. "You should keep resting after you recover."

"Wh- Why?" You stammered.

"The entire time you haven't been working, you've been sick. You deserve a few days of just rest without having to worry about being sick."

"I wouldn't want to-"

"You wouldn't want to trouble me, I know. I'm literally offering this to you, Y/n."

"Y'know, it sounds like you're getting character development," you pointed out.

"Ha-ha, hilarious."

"I know, right? I never would've thought."

He released a breathy chuckle, "I'll work your hours for the next week. Deal?"

"...Deal."

"Good," he said.

After a brief silence, you spoke, "So... What riveting events happened today?"

"Hm... Uh, your weird friend talked to me today," he answered.

"Oh god, what did she say?"

He was slightly amused by the fact that you didn't argue with her being weird, but in all fairness, you did know her the best.

"She asked for my astrological sign," he replied. "And she was trying to play detective or something, asking what I was 'planning' with you."

"Sounds like her. She's pretty judgemental of you, and she's definitely the type to ask someone's zodiac sign before deciding to associate with them, just in case their signs clashed."

"Seriously? That's such bullshit."

"Yeah, but I'd never say it to her face," you laughed. "Anything else?"

"...Well, she also mentioned that you seem to really like me."

You stiffened up and your grip on the phone tightened. Alarmed by the lack of a response, Scaramouche listened intently to catch any sound.

"Y/n?"

MONA WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!?

"Y-Yes?!" You exclaimed. "I mean, what?"

On the other end, Scaramouche sat in a surprised silence as he held the phone up to his ear. He parted his lips, but was unsure of what to say. He calmly stared down at his bed, though his face was gradually fading into a dusty pink. 

So she does?

Hearing only silence, you panicked, "I'm not sure why she would say something like that, ahah... It's probably just because she's jealous since I'm not spending much time with her anymore."

His lips stretched into a thin smirk.

Nice try.

"I'm sure she is."

"I'm serious!" You insisted.

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you."

"Don't say it like that, then!"



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