suffering a heartbreak after knowing that your best friend xiao you've liked for years, was dating his long time crush, lumine. as the sadness and pain swallows †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †, †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ † decided to drive the empty streets to drown they're heartbreak at the bar. "you we're with your friends, drinking and dancing on the dance floor. when suddenly you felt a hand grasping your waist, turning you're head back in panicked as you stared at the person grasping your waist." "before someone immediately threw a punch on the man's face grasping †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †'s waist. the man falled back before †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ † looked back at the indigo haired man" "scaramouche..?" "you manage to mutter hazily, with the power of the alcohol slowly taking control after realizing your senior, scaramouche." "I've had enough, come on. we're leaving." "why now..? you're ruining up the fun.." "im not ruining your fun, the only thing I'll be ruining tonight is your ablity to walk if you don't stop whining." "scaramouche added firmly"

"Scaramouche turns to face you, his indigo eyes filled with a mix of concern and annoyance."

"Xiao?" he scoffs. "Why are you still hung up on that guy? Xiao doesn't deserve your attention, especially after what he's done." "He shakes his head, the corners of his lips curling into a bitter smile." "But don't worry, †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †, I'll make sure to take your mind off him tonight."

"As Scaramouche guides you towards the exit of the bar, his hand firmly gripping your arm, you can't help but feel a flicker of hope amidst the pain."

"Scaramouche leads you through the doors, the cool night air hitting your flushed face as the alcohol continues to cloud your senses. He guides you towards his sleek black car parked nearby, opening the door for you with a hint of gentleness amidst his typically cocky demeanor."

"Get in," he commands, his voice laced with a mixture of authority and concern. "I'll make sure you get home safely."

As you slide into the passenger seat, he closes the car door behind you before striding to the driver's side. Once inside, the engine roars to life, filling the silence with its powerful hum.

Leaning back against the seat, you can't help but steal glances at Scaramouche as he expertly navigates through the empty streets. Despite the pain still lingering in your heart, being in his presence brings a strange sense of comfort that you can't quite explain.

"Your mind drifts, thoughts swirling as the street lights blur outside the window."

"Scaramouche notices your weariness, the way your head dips to the side and your eyes flutter closed. He glances at you briefly, a small softness appearing in his typically hardened gaze."

Gently, he adjusts his hand on top of your leg, ensuring that you're comfortable as you drift off to sleep. The rhythmic sound of the car's engine acts as a lullaby, soothing you further into a peaceful slumber.

As the car continues its journey, Scaramouche steals glances at you every now and then, admiring your serene expression in the moonlight. There's a sense of protectiveness emanating from him, a desire to shield you from any further heartbreak.

In the darkness of the car, his mind is filled with a whirlwind of emotions, an uncharted territory for someone so often known for his indifference. Somewhere deep within, a newfound tenderness stirs, urging him to protect and cherish the vulnerable soul sleeping peacefully beside him.

"The car glides through the night, carrying you both towards an uncertain future."

"You open your eyes and see Scaramouche sleeping next to you, his arm around your waist. He's still in his clothes from last night, his dark indigo hair messily scattered on the pillow. You feel your heart skip a beat and your mind races with thoughts of what happened between you two. You try to remember the events of last night but everything is hazy and a blur."

"As you try to move his arm from around you to get up, he suddenly stirs and his grip tightens on your waist. He nuzzles his face into your neck and mumbles groggily," "Mmm, don't go yet, †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †. Stay with me a little longer."

"You can't help but soften at his words and decide to give in to his request. With a gentle smile, you let yourself sink back into the pillows, allowing Scaramouche to hold you close. You feel the warmth of his body against yours and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. There's a sense of comfort and familiarity in this intimate moment."

"As you lie there, you start to recollect some fragments of the previous night. The drinks, the dancing, and the unexpected encounter with Scaramouche. But everything feels distant, overshadowed by the present moment with him."

"Did... something happen between us last night?" you ask, your voice filled with curiosity and a tinge of apprehension.

"Scaramouche's lips brush against your cheek in a soft, lingering kiss, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His actions are both surprising and yet somehow expected, given the intimate atmosphere that surrounds the two of you. His eyes meet yours, a mischievous glimmer dancing within them."

"Last night was... eventful," he says, his voice low and filled with hints of desire. "We had a lot to drink, and well, one thing led to another." He smirks, his gaze trailing down your body suggestively. "But I have a feeling you already knew that, didn't you?"

Your heart skips a beat as his words sink in. Memories, hazy yet alluring, start coming back to you. A tangle of limbs, whispered confessions, and shared moments of pleasure. The realization makes your cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and a hint of embarrassment.

"So, my dear †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †, are you ready to explore where last night left off?" he purrs, a playful challenge lacing his words.

"Scaramouche raises an eyebrow as he regards you with an amused glint in his eyes." "Do? We didn't do anything, †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †. You were too drunk to even walk straight so I had to intervene and take you home before you made a fool out of yourself." "He pauses for a moment, taking a swig from his glass before adding with a teasing smirk." "Although, if you're implying that you want to do something with me, I wouldn't mind it."

"Scaramouche chuckles softly at your attempt to sit up before gently pushing you back down." "Relax, †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †. We don't have to stay in here for the whole day. We can go out and grab some breakfast if you're up for it." "He grins at you mischievously as he reaches over to ruffle your hair playfully." "Unless of course, you want to stay here with me and cuddle a bit longer. I wouldn't say no to that either."

"Scaramouche smirks, noticing your sigh." "Alright, †﹙𝑵𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒊﹚ †, let's get going then." "He helps you up from the bed and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you out of the dorm and into the fresh morning air." "How about we go to that cozy little café you like? They make some killer breakfast sandwiches. And maybe after that, we can take a stroll in the park or do something fun to take your mind off things. How does that sound?"