You began to tell Scaramouche everything that had happened to you as a child; you weren't usually this open, but something about this moment made you feel safe. As if you could put your trust in him.

Scaramouche listened intently to your ranting, which was entirely about your mother and your desire to find your sister.

Something caught his ear however..

"When I woke in the hospital, the doctor told me that I had been hit in the head by the building. He even said that I might have lost some of my memories, but it's strange... what could i have forgotten?" As you continued to think, your voice became quieter.

"Well actually, I guess I don't really remember much from before 9 years of age? but thats normal right? don't we all end up forgetting about our childhood?"

You groaned and lowered your head to look at your restless fingers.

"You... don't recall anything prior to 9? nothing at all?" He nervously enquired.

"Well, not much, it's really just bits and pieces" you said, looking up at him with a smile still teary eyed.

"However, there are times when I think about what wouldve happened if things were different yknow?" Your lips were slightly pursed, keeping back tears.

Suddenly, gentle raindrops turned the pavement around you a darker gray, washing away any trace of the sun and its warmth.

You expressed regretfully, "I'm so sorry I kept you here for so long.. I really didn't mean to, and now it's raining. I'm truly sorry scara"

"Whatever, I can drive you home, so let's go."

"Are you for real? I'd get your seats wet. I can just stay here and go home when the weather clears up."

In order to prevent you from getting wet, Scaramouche presses you slighty against him while he opens his umbrella.

As the two of you made your way to the school parking lot, a faint flush developed on your cheeks.

The stroll was brief and quiet, however it wasn't uncomfortable. It was pleasant.

Scaramouche invited you into his car, it didn't seem old. In fact it looked brand new, you expected something that was more.... used looking

You sat on the leather seat on the passenger's side, closing the door as you buckled in your seatbelt.

Scaramouche entered the car as well, starting the car as he closed the umbrella the two of you shared.

'was it really okay? For me to say all of that to him? oh why did i say that to him.. what if he thinks im weird now?! I should apologize...' you began to think, staring off into space as you did so.

Scaramouche, who had already started driving you home, noticed.

"What is it." You jumped slightly in answer to his sharp question, and you turned to face the lad with the purple hair trying to form a response.

"It's nothing, Mouchem! I just regret telling you about all that stuff.. I don't want you to be concerned about me, though I doubt you would, ha.. ! Isn't it rather cold out there?" In an effort to lighten the atmosphere, you laughed.

Scaramouche just waved his hand dismissively before hitting a button that appeared to be close to the steering wheel.

With time passing and your body relaxing, the seats started to feel warmer.

once again however there was a silence, that same comfortable silence you felt earlier.

'Maybe, maybe it was okay. He doesn't seem like the type to judge.. right.. i can... trust him.... right?'

The softness of the leather tempts you to close your eyes, but you weren't aware of how little sleep you had been getting until now. Your breathing slowed and you started to quietly snore after your eyes fluttered to a close, lulling you into a deep sleep.

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- scaramouche POV -

'Shes sorry?" What the hell do I even say to that?'

I shook my head at her before turning on the seat heating.

Before I knew it, the car was silent, much like when we had been walking earlier.

...

After a few minutes, y/n became uncomfortably quiet. I peered over to see that she had dozed off. I drove the last distance to her house and groaned before pulling into her driveway.

I got out of the car, making sure to keep it running so Y/N could continue to rest, and walked over to the door.

Knock knock knock

...

No answer

With a frustrated sigh, I shake Y/N awake. As she stirred, slowly attempting to rub the exhaustion from her eyes, she lazily tilted her head.  "What is it, Scara?" she yawned, barely awake. "And... where are we?"  I could feel my gaze softening, but I quickly ignored whatever it was.

"I took you to your house."

"H-how did you know where I lived?" I watched the exact moment her eyes rounded in understanding, and I struggled to not laugh at her idiocy. This girl really is foolish...

"Oh, right... I told you. Anyways, well then, open the door." she began to step out of my car and walk up to the door

"It's locked, moron."  She looked at me, slightly taken aback, and suddenly I wonder if I could've been wiser with my choice of words.

"Gee Scaramouche, I can't possibly imagine why it's locked. You mean homeowners don't normally leave their doors unlocked for strangers to barge in whenever?" Y/N chuckled as her eyes sparkled playfully, fumbling her hands around in her pocket, something I presumed she was doing in order to find her keys.

"I..."

"What?"

"I don't have my set of keys."  Slowly, I stared at her, my right eye beginning to slowly twitch.

"What do you mean, you don't have your set of keys?"

Awkwardly, she looked away, and I forced myself to not lose my short temper. Best not make her feel worse...The girl let out a sigh, lowering herself onto the ground next to her house's doorstep despite the pouring rain.

Quietly, she began to tremble, and I wasn't sure if she was freezing or if she was about to cry again. With a painful amount of hesitance, I sat next to her, waiting for her to speak.

As no words were spoken, the awkward tension in the open air grew uncomfortably thick, and I took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" 
"I just... I'm sorry..." she began, her voice slightly trembling.

"I'm sorry for making you do all of this for me..."  I froze.  How do you even comfort someone? 

"Y/N..." I sigh, but before I could even begin, she cut me off, her clothing completely soaked by this point.

"I'm sorry for making you listen to me earlier, I'm sorry for burdening you at all with my troubles..." 

"Y/N. It's fine. Really I don't mind I guess, I'm not the best with words so I'm not able to comfort or anything"  I shifted my eyes from her to the ground attempting to avoid any eye contact.

Though she was huddled up alongside me, her trembling still persisted.

" This is getting ridiculous..."  As I get up, I search the sidewalk in front of her house for any stones that laid around, and I sighed as my eyes finally located one. 

"Scara, what are you doing...?" she asked, a shiver in her voice.  I didn't answer her as I walked back up to the house, taking note of all the windows.

"Which one is your room?"  The girl pointed at the bottom right window, and before she could even question my actions, I threw the rock through the window. As it put a crack in the glass, yet didn't shatter it as I expected, I curse under my breath.

"Scara! What on earth are you doing?"  I once again ignored her inquiry, and I took a deep breath before walking over to the site and flinging my fist at the crack through the window, finally shattering the glass the rest of the way.

I cursed again as I felt a shard dig into the palm of my hand, rain washing away the blood, but I smirked in triumph at the newly created entry to the house.  As I turned around, I noted that Y/N seemed... furious? 

"That was my window! Do you realize I now have to sleep with a fucking BROKEN window in my room now?! How am I even going to explain this to Zhongli oh what is he going to think.."

"It gave you an entry into your locked house, didn't it?" I chuckled, quietly wiping my bloodied hand onto my pants.  Y/N's eyes widened at the crimson blood that streaked onto his dark blue pants, and she sighed.

"And you cut yourself!"  Before I could protest, she pushed her way past me and crawled through the window, and moments later, I heard the front door unlock, then subsequently open. 

"Get in here so I can check your wound... I have some clothes you can borrow too I guess" she sighed, motioning for me to come inside, and I reluctantly followed.

'She really is the same y/n.. oh how I missed this' I chuckled to myself

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