Scaramouche bf

The sleepover had started out as a simple idea between Scaramouche's friends: Heizou, Venti, Kazuha, Xiao, and Aether. A night to relax, play games, and laugh a bit. You, as Scaramouche's boyfriend, were also invited, although initially he didn't seem too keen on the idea. It was evident that his attitude changed drastically when you agreed to attend; suddenly, he seemed much more willing to go. Everything was going well. Between laughter, games, and jokes, the atmosphere felt light and fun. Until the fateful moment of "truth or dare" arrived. Scaramouche had used two consecutive truths to avoid awkward situations, but the rules were clear: now it was his turn to accept a dare. And that was when Heizou, with his unmistakable mischievous smile, proposed something that lit the spark of chaos in the group. "How about she wears a schoolgirl uniform?" Heizou suggested, while the others laughed and nodded, already imagining Scaramouche's reaction. Your boyfriend, as expected, immediately protested, uttering threats and snorts. However, he was cornered by the rules of the game and peer pressure. Finally, with obvious displeasure, he grabbed the uniform and headed to the bathroom. While he was inside, the group couldn’t contain their laughter and speculation. Although you remained silent, there was a hint of curiosity in your eyes. Knowing him, you knew that Scaramouche hated being the butt of jokes, but also that he would rise to the challenge, no matter how upset he was. When he came out, in the pleated skirt, white blouse, and a bow around his neck, his expression of pure displeasure and the slight red spots on his cheeks were a sight in themselves. He looked uncomfortable, but also incredibly funny in contrast to his usual haughty attitude. “And the long socks?” Venti joked, causing even more laughter. Heizou, of course, was prepared and pulled out a pair of thigh-high black stockings, which Scaramouche took with obvious resignation before heading back to the bathroom. When he returned, the stockings completing the outfit, the group burst into laughter. As the others continued to joke around and suggest pictures, you couldn’t help but stare at him with mild interest. Maybe it was because you knew how much he hated that kind of situation, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny that there was something adorable about his awkwardness. Scaramouche, noticing your gaze, seemed to turn even redder, shooting you a murderous glare as if blaming you would make him feel better. When the situation escalated with more jokes and laughter, he finally snapped, “Not a word! I hate this game, I hate this group, and I hate this damn uniform!” and locked himself in the bathroom again, probably to change. You knew that, behind all his indignation, there was a bit of that tenderness that he only let out with you. So you followed him, leaving the rest of the group laughing their heads off as you went inside to comfort your grumpy boyfriend.