⊱ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐏 ⊰

Y'all they weren't actually confessing in the last chapter plz-

You quickly moved away and Gorou retracted his hand from your face, turning his head the other way. Both of you were blushing furiously and you tapped your fingers on your thigh to try distracting yourself, but it didn't work. You could hear the sound of Gorou's tail rapidly hitting the bed as it went back and forth.

You awkwardly cleared your throat, "That was good. But, uhm, really embarrassing."

"Yeah..."

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled both of you. The door was promptly opened, revealing Hina with a tray of food.

"Hey! Just thought you two might want something to eat, so... I brought cake!"

You glanced at Gorou and noticed his eyes light up at the sight of the treats. Hina set the tray down on his desk and Gorou walked over.

"Thanks, Mom," he said.

"You're welcome," she chirped, kissing him on the head before sauntering out and closing the door behind her.

"Your mom brings you cake?" You raised your eyebrows. "Can we swap moms for a day or something?"

"Nope, I'm good," he smiled, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of one of the cakes. "You hungry?"

You gazed at the second piece of cake, provided for you, and considered it. But then you recalled what Scaramouche always told you and second guessed it.

"I don't know..." You bit the inside of your lip.

"You look like you're having a crisis because of a cake. What's wrong?" He asked, sitting beside you with both plates in his hands.

"It's nothing," you laughed nervously.

He accepted the fact that you wouldn't talk about it and held your plate closer to you as an offer to take it.

"It doesn't hurt to let yourself indulge once in a while," he pointed out.

...Whatever. I'm gonna break up with Scaramouche anyway, you thought.

"...I guess," you shrugged, taking the plate and holding the fork. "Why do you have cake here, anyway?"

"Oh, um, I just really like cake," he said, blushing from embarrassment.

"Any kind?" You queried.

"Pretty much... Why?"

"No reason."

You took a bite of the cake and sucked in a sharp breath through your nose because of how delicious it was. You rarely ever ate cake, so you'd almost forgotten what it tasted like. Gorou noticed your pleased expression and smiled to himself while he continued eating. 

He was still worried why you seemed so hesitant to eat, though.

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The moment you got home and stepped through that door, you felt the atmosphere morph into one of pure dread. You saw the look on your mom's face, and you knew something was coming. You prayed it wouldn't be too bad.

"You need to go study right now."

"Mom, what? I just walked in-"

"I don't care, Y/n. I just got a call from your teacher saying that you haven't been paying attention in class!" She began raising her voice. "So you better get to work on your grades instead of your silly drama club or else I'll make sure you know it should've been you instead of your sister!"

"What...?"

Your eyes widened at her sudden outburst. You were going to ask which teacher called her, but you were too afraid to question her, so you nodded and silently hurried up to your room. When you closed the door, you dropped your bag on the floor and slid down to the carpet.

As your mother's words sank into your skull, you began crying and your mind flashed back to the day of Signora's death. You whimpered quietly and tried to keep your breathing steady. You closed your eyes and imagined a golden feather that rose and fell with each breath. Thankfully, you kept calm, but that didn't mean the aching of your heart halted. You hugged your knees to your chest and sniffled. You were alone; just like the aftermath of the accident.

At some point, you gained the motivation to stand up and began studying at your desk, just as you were told to. You only wanted to make her proud, but... at that point, you were starting to lose hope. Perhaps nothing would be able to satisfy her. You wondered if she treated Signora the same way as well. Maybe that was why your sister was so cruel to other people.

You could never be sure, since you were too young when you watched her die.

After a while, your phone dinged and you glanced over at it, seeing that Scaramouche was trying to contact you. You were attempting to avoid him and the confrontation you were destined to have, but with all the stress you were experiencing, you decided it would be best to let at least some of it go. Even if it hurt.

Scaramouche

"What the fuck?" You mumbled as you read the message.

You sighed and slipped a pair of shoes on before quietly exiting the building, finding Scaramouche on the sidewalk outside your house. He stood with his hands in his pockets and a bored expression on his face. You approached, standing in the grass of your yard.

"Hi," you said.

"Hey."

"What do you want?" You demanded.

"...Y/n, I'm seeing someone else."

"Yeah, I know."

He didn't seem too astonished that you knew; he was aware he didn't hide it very well.

"Great, so you know what I have to do now."

You narrowed your eyes at him, "...Excuse me? What you have to do?"

"Yes, what I have to do. I like someone else, and you were way out of line at that dumb party."

You were offended he'd even think of saying that. He knew damn well he was in the wrong, but he was still trying to make you believe the opposite? He'd done this before, but it was never so obvious.

"I was out of line?" You laughed mockingly. "I don't think you understand the situation, Scara. If you think you're breaking up with me, you're wrong."

You could feel the rage rising to your throat and leaving your body through your words, as well as your harsh tone. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at your reply.

"You really think you're irreplaceable? C'mon, Y/n, we both know that isn't true."

That stung, but you pretended like it didn't affect you. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"No, Scaramouche," you snapped. "I'm breaking up with you."

His eyes widened, "Are you serious?"

"Yes! I'm done with your bullshit!"

All of a sudden, he laughed, "You're such a petty bitch!"

You turned around and began walking away, ready to go back inside and breathe fresh air in your own bedroom, where Scaramouche would never be again.

"And you're a manwhore! There, we're even!" You held your middle finger up as you walked inside and shut the door, disappearing from his sight.

Once you got inside, you shivered and your legs quivered beneath you until you threw yourself onto the couch.

"I just did that," you exhaled quietly.

You'd never felt more free.