touching the prohibited : scaramouche

the devil

thirteen
the devil

"SO IT'S TRUE?" venti asked me with a shocked expression in his face — probably not expecting any of the rumors about me and scaramouche to be true. venti had known me for a long time and never had he seen me date someone, not even highschool.

i nodded as i continued looking around, my lips danced into a smile when i found him lingering in my mind. shit, is he haunting me?

venti just followed me around, not even bothering to look for books to read like i'm currently doing. he was only here because i was here and he was being painfully obvious. "you two fit together you know?" he sarcastically said, holding on to the books that i gave him to carry and he leaned on the bookshelf. and in my defense, he insisted.

i laughed at the thought of his fan girls crying just because they saw me using him as a slave. yet the smile that my lips once wore turned into a frown as what venti meant finally registred through my mind. "are you saying we fit together because we- "

"because you two are rotten as fuck? yes." he cut me off which made me furrow my eyebrows. venti knew me since high school, and he knew well how i acted back back then. memories i wished that never happened. he knew how i was like, he was aware of how many things run into my mind yet i kept that personality away. i fake everyone around me — that's the kind of person i am. yet he couldn't blame me. he wouldn't.

because that's the kind of relationship we have.

i rolled my eyes, venti was well known in our school for his good looks and his flirty personality. he easily got along with anyone he wanted. he got that kind of charm. "speaking of the devil.." the excitement in his voice was evident, but also the sarcasm that laced with it.

but i chose to ignore it, i looked at where his attention was and it was on my phone that was atop of all the stocked books that venti held. there, a message from scaramouche notified. "you have your boyfriend nicknamed 'the devil' on your phone? why?" venti chuckled.

"why not?" i smirked, making my way towards one of the cafeterias located inside of teyvat university. our school has various places to eat at, due to its large size, it's almost impossible to only have one cafeteria. who would want to walk for at least 15 minutes just to go into one? before you even get food, you're already late for your next class.

i ignored scaramouche's text until we finally got a seat on the avidya — the cafeteria nearest to the law department. when venti left the table to order, i checked my phone. snickering at the nickname he had on my phone, which he was fully unaware about by the way.

the devil
where are you?

y/n
idk, you guess

the devil
avidya, lol.

just like any other person with instinct, the first thing i did was look around me. his presence would easily be noticed, i was confident that if i walked into the cafeteria, the first thing i would notice is him. yet there was no signs of him. so the second thing that my instincts told me was venti, who was now returning with the food he ordered.

"did you tell scaramouche we were here?" i asked. "yes, your boyfriend asked anyways."

i could've sworn i mentally face palmed. i would've questioned why venti knew him, and how he knew scaramouche's number yet i stopped myself upon remembering that it was venti. the venti. the social butterfly venti. a few minutes passed when i felt a presence sitting beside me, his scent was enough for me to know who it was. strawberries and vanilla.

"yo, babe. miss me?" scaramouche said, leaning on the table as i watched him with amusement. since when did he start calling me babe? a laugh escaped my lips when i saw venti staring at us with disgust as he stopped swallowing his food — i hope he chokes.

his expression did not fail to tell me to get a room. which i will definitely not follow. i leaned on scaramouche's shoulder which made him flinch a bit, shocked at my sudden actions. "i did."

venti cringed, "fine! i'll leave. my god." he stood up.