Smoke engulfed the senses of the young child as fire raged throughout the house. The only sounds emerging from her mouth were dry coughs as she was unable to flee the crumbling structure.

"m-mom? mommy, mo-" she let out another strained cough attempting to cover up her mouth and nose "pl-please where are you.." As she rushed in an effort to get away from danger, wood cracked and fell from behind her causing her to drop to her knees.

"h-hel..p"

Fire destroyed the remainder of the place she used to call home as tears streamed down her face. She crawled in one final effort to locate an exit or anything else. The only thing driving her forward was her utter need to escape, to go outside, to find her mother, to live, for him.

Finally, the roof collapsed, trapping the kid. She last heard people conversing and police sirens getting louder.

"What do you mean she's not here, wasn't she here yesterday?!" the nurse who stood Infront of him could only sigh at the familiar child's reaction.

"Young man, I've told you already, she was discharged from the hospital and placed in the care of a new family. I understand she was your friend, but I can't disclose information on her exact whereabouts, I'm sorry."

He clenches his fist, lowering his head soon after.

"I wasn't allowed to visit, and now you're telling me she's GONE.  How am i supposed to know if she's okay!? how am I supposed to know if she remembers me.." He spoke with a harsh voice and watery eyes.

They wouldn't allow him to visit her for months following the incident. He HAD to see her once he learned she lost her memory and would be released, but she had already left.

He walked out of the hospital looking hurt, muttering her name, "y/n."

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After dragging Scaramouche inside the comfort of your house through the normal way of entry, you left his side for a short moment to retrieve a handful of first aid supplies from your bathroom. your gaze was mixed with frustration over his actions and concern for the wound he gained as consequence.

"You're a damned idiot Scaramouche." you sighed as you both sat down on the edge of the couch, grabbing a cloth and dousing it with antibiotic ointment.

"I'm the idiot? You're the one who forgot her damn keys!" the indigo-haired boy hissed through gritted teeth as you began to rub the ointment into his bloodied knuckles.

"And you're the one who punched my window! I'm not the idiot in this situation dipshit!" you paused as you scrubbed harder at his knuckles, letting your aggressions release through the means of treating Scaramouche's wounds. As you looked into his indigo eyes, which were now clouded with unspoken pain, you huffed as you continued.

"Not only are you hurt, but there's also now glass everywhere in my room." While you finished applying the liquid treatment, you ripped open a few bandage packets, then continued your rant. "Oh, and did I mention my window is broken?" Scaramouche only stared at you.

"Because it is!" As the tension in the room slowly dissipated, Scaramouche lowered his head, attempting to conceal his rolling eyes and suppressing the light chuckle that arose from his throat at your distressed response.

"I'm not sure what I'm going to do about the window," you spoke to yourself, reaching for the remaining trash you set off to the side. Zhongli will undoubtedly be upset.

"I owe him and Xiao so much.. and i cant even pay off a replacement. What if he kicks me out?!"

"y/n-"

He was interrupted as you continued your lecture. "Scaramouche. My window is damaged its broken! not only that but i need to tell Zhongli about it AND pick up the broken glass off my floor and probably even my fucking bed."

"can you shut-"

Once more, you started talking over him. "Scara I have no idea what hes gonna say! also xiao? What if this angers him?! What would I do then! WHAT IF HE HATES ME."

"fucker listen to m-"

"You don't get it Scaramouche, I can't HANDLE them being upset with me. I wouldnt know what to do, where to go, or who to talk to. What if they hate me for the rest of my LIFE"

He gave you a stern look. Scaramouche had enough by this point and HATED being ignored.

His brows furrowed as he grabbed your wrist, you paid little attention to this assuming he was going to sweet talk his way to forgiveness. You continued on about how upset they would be with you shaking off his hand in the process.

His eyes grew wider as his anger became stronger. He's not getting your attention, and you won't listen either. Hes grabbing your wrist once more, this time more firmly, your words begin to stumble. The indigo haired man stands up quickly, pushing you down into the couch swiftly while holding your arm over your head.

He leans in, placing his knee in between your thighs to lock you in while you both breathe the same air, your heart racing and your face getting hotter and hotter. "can you listen to me now!? or will i have to MAKE you listen" he scowls, a light blush resting on his face.

You look him in the eyes, surprised, your heart rate increases and you attempt to form a response "Scara.." your eyes wander to his lips and in realization you avert your gaze from him completely. "But Xiao and Zhongl-" This time HE cuts you off, tired of your nonsense.

He hesitates at first but with his frustration he finds himself pressing his lips against your own. They were soft, so so soft... this sense of warmth was so familiar. but, youve never felt it before? so why.. why are you crying? tears pricked at your eyes and you soon closed them as your body relaxed, you leaned into the kiss parting your mouth and deepening it, surprising scaramouche.

You didn't let go, you wanted more.. more of this warmth. You couldn't understand it but you want to, you want to know why he made you feel like this. Why with him you always had a feeling of deja vu, why with him everything seemed so familiar. you were so comfortable talking to him earlier in the day, like you were best Friends, it was confusing, concerning even.

why is it you felt so comfortable with him? Hes kissing you now but its cruel... why is it you're unable to understand?

your skin was stained with tears and you part from the kiss panting for air. His hand glides up to your face wiping the tears that had fallen. In that moment, he thought that maybe.. just maybe you knew who he was.

"You talk too damned much." he inches closer to your ear, whispering "if you had only listened earlier to what i was trying to say.. ill pay for the damage."

You couldn't form a response, shocked from the kiss, from this, from everything that has happened today.

"Don't overthink it too much, idiot." he said as he got up from the couch, letting go of your arm before moving towards the door.

He left the house quickly, you were left on the couch breathless, shocked, and alone.

A/N : hmm...

(Ty hope and shoelace <3)

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