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Grumpy Scaramouche x Reader

Summary: A certain someone feels honoured to be hated by you, however, he secretly wishes it was the other way around.

A/N: I hope to never do anything impulsive in 11:00pm again. Period.

Hatred was foreign to you. an unfamiliar experience as you were forgiving and kind, your understanding personality was incapable of carelessly showing your hatred. Throughout the years, you've learned to suck it up and let it rot.

You loved and you still do, you pour your love carelessly to others, get attached, then cry it out. Eventually, you'd move on. It was a cycle. Everyone told you that you were a fool. Indeed you were, but that didn't stop you from being loving and forgiving.

Admirable you were, loveable you were, how amazing you would be as a lover. Men and even women loved you, yet never had the patience to continue courting you, thus it resulted in you having a few exes.

You've practically never hated anyone so, why do you hate him so much?

Your bestfriend, Kazuha, had currently abandoned you in your classes to assist his father leaving you with a grumpy friend of his to deal with.

"Um, hey?" The attempt was a fail. He simply gave you a glance then went to his phone. Ah, he's not talkative, I see.

Not a single available seat was nowhere to be found, and he's also new anyway, what's the worst thing that can happen with being seatmates with him?

His preposterous personality, apparently.

The first time you had your conversation with him was when he wanted to ask for your notes, as the kind person you were, you lended him some. "Your handwriting sucks." While casually flipping through the pages, your eyes widen at the comment, "Excuse me? You borrow my notes and have the audacity to complain?"

"I'm not complaining. I'm merely commenting on your hilarious notes." A twitch in your eye gave you the realisation, i hate this guy. "Then give me back my notes." You retort, extending your arm to grab your notes but he simply moves it away and sends you a smirk.

"No. It's fine. Whatever."

"What an ass.." You mutter.

The first week passed and god, you never wanted to throw somebody out of the window so bad. Mona was apparently his cousin, which was a shock to you because you were friends with her.

But even Mona complains about his crass mouth and rebellious attitude.

"I pity you, [Name]. He's incredibly annoying and irritating that even you would want to punch his face.*

You only chuckle, finding it laughable because it was true. She celebrated your first hatred for a real living person.

Typically, the two of you would be bickering around the classroom, doesn't matter if it was class hours or on break. Teachers wouldn't let this slide however, you were one of their students that feigned diligence and elegance as Scara was an upper class student with brilliant academic performance, so the only choice left was to simply separate the two of you.

And so you two did separate for.. only a day.

Somehow, just somehow, the adviser put you back together with the excuse of, "You and he are compatible! Great representatives of the school."

You stood there looking like a question mark wondering what kind of tricks fate played on you, but unbeknownst to you, a grape-haired man grins at your stiff figure.

Teachers often paired you two in contests and quizzes held by other schools, surprisingly, both of you actually worked together and passed quite alot. However, inside your classroom, both of you are intense rivals. Constantly bombarding the teachers with question from both of you two, participating in heated debates, comparing scores that was normally perfect, and even if the two of you were groupmates, you'd still battle on who's the better at leading the group.

"No, it's better if we do this before the week of the deadlin–"

"I disagree, I say we do this before two weeks of the deadline."

"That is too early, give mercy to our groupmates!"

"Ugh."

He rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat.

"Oh, thank you [Name]!" Your classmate sigh while clinging to your arm. "I can't believe that jerk! We literally have a month to do this and he expects us to finish it before two weeks!?" You furrow your eyebrows at her remark, feeling an awful need to defend your seatmate. A laugh escapes your lips as you meet a pair of blue eyes.

"C'mon, just leave it. I'll handle the research, alright?" The girl clinging to your arm jumps happily as she hugs you tightly. "Thank you! I'll deal with the presentation." I feel like a mother. "Sure."

"I'll join in on the research." A familiar voice says, leaving you shocked and baffled. You whip your head to question the indigo haired man.

"What?"

"I said, I'll join in on the research."

A murmured 'oh' was all you gave him before raising an eyebrow, "but why? I'm perfectly capable of handling this research."

He leans in more to his chair while keeping eye contact, "i just want to."

"You two have been hanging out quite alot lately." It was clear that Kazuha was referring to your seatmate. "Kazuha, we're seatmates." That didn't convince him however. He leaned in closer to you as you simply stared at him with a frigid expression

"You're not being convincing, [Name]. You know what, I always thought you weren't gonna hate and was patient enough to deal with him, but," He chuckles, "who would've thought you'd hate him?"

Yeah. You wondered why you hated him too.

He did make you furious quite a lot with his snarky remarks and actions, but he never really did anything wrong, did he? But then again, it would be weird if I didn't like him.

So you shrug your thoughts and attempted to change the topic, in which you succeed.

(A disappointed sigh slips from Kazuha's lips when you don't notice his sarcastic tone.)

Ah but there is a saying that, "there is a thin line between love and hate." And god, you hated it.

The way you notice how his eyes widen when he listens to your playlist, the way you notice how his cheeks flushed when you hugged him for the first time, the way you notice how his ears perk up when you mention his favourite artist, the way you notice his sweet messages behind his mean comments, the way you notice how he lets you sleep in his shoulder when you're tired, and god you hated how you notice everything about him.

One week left, and you two are no longer seatmates. You should be happy, this is what you wanted after all right? For him to stop pestering you about his mother's sly girlfriend, for him to stop stepping on your foot whenever you tease him, for him to stop sending mean comments about your notes, for him to–

Are you really happy about it?

Two days.

Two days left.

"Kazuha," the soft call of his name causes him to turn and look at you, "I think I like Scara."

...

"I knew it," A laugh was all to be heard, "Heizou owes me 70 mora, Itto owes me 100 mora, Ayato owes m–"

You were now flushed deep red.

"What!? You made bets?" He cackles before he stares at you seriously in the eye. "Also, [Name], you should confess."

Scara, who you've hated basically almost the entire school year, was now napping on your shoulder and as someone who claims to hate him, awkwardly shifts so he wakes up and adjusts his sleeping position.

"Stop moving." He whispered softly as he furrowed his eyebrows. A sigh left your lips. "Whatever." You sneakily slid the letter you wrote in his bag.

The serene atmosphere makes you ponder and go back to all those times you swore to never, ever like any trait of his. How nostalgic. You gaze out the train window, looking back at memories that amused you.

A deep hue of blue painted the sky as your grumpy seatmate nuzzles yet again in your shoulder. A strand of his hair prods at your ear and you grumble at the sensation.

"Mhm.." You shift your attention to him. "I'll confess.. tomorrow..

That alone, crushed your heart.

What if he was seeing someone?

You never thought of the possibility, considering he barely gets any friends, let alone a crush. But then again, he never really speaks of his love life, does he?

An unsettling feeling crawls through your stomach to your chest, not allowing you to breathe at ease. You hoped your stop would be here soon.

It felt as if years passed by although it was simply 30 minutes. You shake your seatmate to wake him up. He didn't wake up. "Scara.. wake up. I gotta go home." He groggily intertwines your arms together as your eyes widen in surprise. "Scara!" What's up with him today!?

"Ugh." He clicks his tounge before letting you go.

Love. Love, a feeling you experience everyday, even at the tiniest things. Everyone would refrain from calling you a judgemental person full of hate towards others. You love everyone and everyone loves you too!

Although one would feel honoured to be "hated" by you, and that very someone is currently sitting beside you.

At the bench of an amusement park lays you and Scaramouche, as a comfortable silence lingers in the air. You were quite nervous, I mean, the letter contains your confession and you had given it to him.. last week.

The silence was too unbearable, so you decided to break it.

"Haha, uh, well. How was your confession last week?"

Instead of even bothering to reply, he simply glances at you then props his head at yours. As you were about to comment on his sudden affectionate action, he made you still at his next words.

"I like you too."

Perhaps, you really are meant to love.

A/N: I hate this shit

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