#That's what I initially thought I thought I had a cavity or there was smth wrong with the nerves there

[faetima]

Hello ! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I'm the previous anon who requested that Blade-hanahaki fic and once again, it was so good !! (I'm super excited for part two)

Now, can I please request shy reader with Scaramouche ?

Also, no need to rush and remember to take your time!

I hope you have a great day ! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. .

. .it tasted like something so sweet, on the tip of your tongue.

// tws ; none :3 ; gn reader ; modern au

a/n: hi anon !! 💞 im sorry this took so long, the last few weeks have been really busy for me. this was kinda just written on a whim so if you don't like it just lmk if you want me to rewrite it or write it w a different concept or smth!! <3

maybe he wasn’t that sweet.

sure, maybe every action from him had you melting like a chocolate left outside on a hot day too long. sure, maybe every action of his was sweet enough to make you nauseous. sure, maybe he was sweet like dark chocolate.

but was dark chocolate really that sweet?

some people loved dark chocolate, but you hated the bitterness of it. you had always preferred sweet things.

so why did you like him so much, when his personality was as bitter as the taste of dark chocolate?

why did you like him so much when he was practically the opposite of you?

you were like white chocolate—sweet and delicate. he was tart, just like dark chocolate.

love was supposed to be sweet, melting softly. so why was he bitter and hard?

—

you swallowed hard, heart beating faster than it ever had.

the teacher had assigned everyone specific places to sit.

scaramouche was assigned to sit next to you.

assigned to sit next to you.

assigned to sit next to you.

you kept your gaze glued to your desk as scaramouche pulled the chair next to you back, scoffing a little.

he didn’t even glance at you.

you couldn’t stop glancing at him.

just another difference between dark and white chocolate.

—

sitting next to him didn’t make it any easier to talk to him.

you were still as scared as before.

what would you say? what if he didn’t want to talk to you? what if he hated you? what would he think of you? what if he didn’t like you? what if he judged you? what if you embarrassed yourself? what if you said a joke and he didn’t laugh? what if you said something stupid? what if you tripped over your words and he laughed at you? what if-

you felt as if someone was staring at you.

you took a shaky inhale, and glanced up to your right.

scaramouche was staring at you.

he was staring at you.

he was staring at you?

immediately, he looked away, muttering something under his breath.

oh. maybe he wasn’t looking at you. maybe he was looking outside (you sat next to a wall). maybe he was looking at someone who sat next to you (again, you sat next to a wall).

he probably wasn’t looking at you. why would he anyways? he didn’t like you. he probably didn’t even know you existed even though you sat next to him.

—

he was so pretty.

scaramouche’s skin was so clear it looked like it were made out of porcelain. the color was eerily similar to that of white chocolate. a light pink—just like the color of strawberry kitkat—dusted his face, adding a soft hint of color. scaramouche swept a hand through his purple hair, eyes narrowed as he stared at the board.

god, even looking at him would give you cavities.

—

you were just sitting, when he tapped you on the shoulder.

he tapped you on the shoulder!

you glanced at him, swallowing.

“uhm, could you help me with this?” he muttered, looking away and thrusting a paper towards you. his face was bright pink.

“oh, uh, sure,” you said nervously, your voice practically shaking.

love tasted like something sweet on the tip of your tongue.

maybe he was more like milk chocolate than you had initially thought.

[shima-draws]

I’ve been having really bad toothaches the past couple days so I went to the dentist to see what was going on and. I have to get a crown. Not even a FUN crown. The tooth type of crown that is really expensive and has a time consuming procedure and I