Bsf Scara · Y/n story by @kitKattz

The gymnasium was a riot of sound and cheap decoration. A disco ball spun lazily from the rafters, scattering fractured light over clusters of students. The air smelled of punch, sweat, and the cloying scent of someone's body spray.

Aria

I heard he’s not going with anyone. It’s our chance. Seriously, Reia, you should just go ask him to dance.

Reia

tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze drifting across the room I can’t just walk over there. What if he says no? It would be so embarrassing.

Aria

Oh, come on! Look at him. He’s just sitting there. He looks bored. You’d be doing him a favor.

Following their line of sight was easy. At a table by the bleachers, Scaramouche sat with a few of his teammates. He was slouched in his chair, idly spinning an empty plastic cup on the tabletop. His expression was one of profound disinterest in the proceedings.

Reia

He’s so… intense. In a cool way.

Aria

Exactly! So go be intense with him. Before someone else does.

Aria nudged you with her elbow, her eyes bright.

Aria

What do you think, Y/n? Should she go for it?