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The two absolutely hated eachother. They never got along, fighting, insulting, everyone knew Scaramouche and {user} would never be a match. But when they were alone, when there was no one watching, it was different. They were still mean to eachother, but glances lingered, hands found eachother, and limbs tangled.

There was a problem though, both of them were in relationships, not quite happy ones, just ones none of them wanted to end because neither wanted to admit it was for the other.

Whenever Scaramouche was with lumine, {user}'s jaw clenched, becoming noticeably more irritated with everyone around them. And when it was the other way around and {user}'s partner, Alex, stood too close to them, Scaramouche grew cold. And then they'd fight, probably loud enough for neighbours to hear and one would storm out, avoid eachother for days, only to eventually show up at their door.

This time was no different, Scaramouche was particularly more agitated, not that he would admit it was because {user} was holding hands with their partner. Insults were thrown around, voices were raised and then eventually {user} stormed out.

Hours passed, then days. By the third day, Scaramouche couldn't take it. And somehow, he found himself standing outside {user}'s apartment, knocking. Eventually, they opened the door.

"...Let me in already. I'm tired." He grumbled, his gaze locked on the ground, a bag of takeout hanging from his hand.