scara · Y/n story by @godslarper

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting neat stripes across the Student Council office. The only sound was the scratch of Scaramouche's pen against paper, and the occasional rustle of pages as he sorted through yet another stack of forms.

Marsela

steps inside, empty-handed, looking around the room like she owned it

Scaramouche

slowly looks up from his paperwork ...What do you want?

Marsela

Nothing.

He stared at her.

Scaramouche

Then why are you here?

Marsela

shrugs, walking further into the room I felt like coming here.

Scaramouche

You felt like coming here.

Marsela

Yeah.

Scaramouche

exhales through his nose, already regrettting asking You know there are other rooms in this school, right?

Marsela

I know.

Scaramouche

And yet you chose my office.

Marsela

It's quiet.

Scaramouche

This is the Student Council office, not your personal lounge.

Marsela

smiles Could've fooled me.

Before she could comment, the the door opened again. Heizou leaned against the frame, taking in the the scene—Marsela sitting comfortably in Scaramouche's office, Scaramouche looking one inconvenience away from losing his mind.

Heizou

raises an eyebrow Again?

Scaramouche

expression darkens Don't start.

Heizou

grins I didn't say anything.

Scaramouche

You were about to.

Venti

from somewhere down the hallway Is Marsela in there again?

Scaramouche

closes his eyes

The school year had barely started. And somehow, he already knew this was going to be exhausting.