dress ' ˢᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵒᵘᶜʰᵉ

ch. 3 || question...?

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The days leading up to the big event have the student council on the edge of their seats. The school festival was approaching fast. Sure, it was exciting, but the amount of stress prior to the event doubled.

The whole school buzzed as everyone worked tirelessly on last-minute preparations and arrangements. In your free time, you went to help in your class' booth, providing assistance at any chance you had while Scaramouche did the same.

He adored how you managed to stay calm under pressure, a trait he often wished he possessed. You seemed to have a solution for every problem and your infectious calm demeanor eased the tension in the room.

You and Scaramouche switched roles from time to time, while you were overseeing other classes' booths, he was in charge of the rehearsal and vice versa.

The other members of the student council couldn't help but notice this.

"Is it just me or are they getting along?" Cyno whispered among his fellow council members. "This is the first time I saw them not bickering." Another said.

"Alright, everyone let's go through the program one more time," Scaramouche announced and the students did not waste any more time to gather in the makeshift stage.

You had just come back from roaming around the school, standing beside the stage. Your heart was swelling with pride as you watched the talent come to life on stage.

During the rehearsal, you took note of the moments where the transition could be smoother and motioned for Tighnari to join you at the side to talk to him about notes you made to improve the program.

"I think if we adjusted the timing here, it would be a lot better..." Your voice trailed off as you suggested a particular spot in the program.

As the rehearsal continued, the student council basked in the exciting rhythm and flow of the program, momentarily forgetting all the stress they had at hand.

In those minutes, you and Scaramouche traded fast looks at one another, a silent acknowledgment of the satisfaction they had and their connection simmered beneath the surface.

Everything had gone well very much like you anticipated and you were more than ready for the school festival.

When the rehearsal had come to an end, Scaramouche stole a private moment with you on the empty rooftop. "You did a great job like always." He placed a tender kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you," You said, sounding a bit nervous. "What if someone sees us up here? People are still here..." From where you stand, students can be seen walking to the gates and if anyone just decided to look up, you could easily be seen.

"Oh, they won't." A kiss on the nose. "I look forward to the school festival, Pres." And a kiss on the forehead.

"Me too." You answered anticipatingly.

"Do I get my reward?" Scaramouche asked, tilting his head and you held back a giggle. "I can not wait to see the fruits of everyone's hard work!" you decided to ignore his question instead.

A profound sense of peace surrounded the two of you amidst the chaos of preparations. The school festival might be a frenzy of stress and excitement, but with Scaramouche by your side, nothing felt any better.

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Walking through the hallway never felt this odd. You always walked the same path for the past months and have grown accustomed to the routine of being the leader of the student council , greeting students with a warm smile and being in their aid if needed.

But today was different. As you were walking down the same well-trodden path, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances and hushed whispers following your every step.

"Why are they staring?" You pondered, maintaining a sheepish smile despite the unsettling feeling in your gut. Something was off and it gnawed in your mind as you continued towards your class.

As you ventured inside the class, you saw students huddled together in small groups and the class fell silent as you made your way to your seat. You felt like they were digging holes in the back of your uniform at the way they stared and it didn't help that you were clueless to what was happening, like a puzzle that didn't quite fit into the piece.

When your eyes fell on your seatmate, Alhaitham who seemed indulged in a newspaper he was reading that you recognized as the school's paper. You couldn't contain your curiosity any longer, so you reached out and grabbed it from him, frantically reading the front paper that almost made your eyes pop out of its socket.

There it was. An intriguing headline and a picture of you and Scaramouche hanging out together on the rooftop yesterday.

"You could have asked if you were borrowing," Alhaitham interrupted. "That was rude of you to have—"

"I'm sorry!" You didn't intend to say that out loud and now everyone was looking in your direction again, you offered a small bow before turning back to Alhaitham and returning the newspaper.

"My apologies, Alhaitham." Now, you were feeling like a terrible person. You didn't mean to take out your frustrations on the poor, innocent guy but thankfully, he didn't seem to mind it.

As the final bell rang, signalling the end of the class, you went to the council room to have some time alone for yourself. Throughout the class, you couldn't zero in on what the teacher was saying and you wanted to pull at your hair— for what reason were they even having class when the festival is two days away?

Amidst the mounting stress, the thoughts of Scaramouche consumed you. "Oh no...I wonder how Scara is..." Biting your nails, you couldn't help but worry. This is what exactly you feared, you didn't plan on revealing your relationship with him until both of you were comfortable and all that effort you had to hide it just went down the drain.

You were worrying about how he would react to the news of the exposure of your relationship. Would he be upset? Angry? Break up with you?

The uncertainty was slowly eating you up, making you second-guess the entire situation. You were probably made of a fool by now, the ever-so-perfect president of the student council breaking down with the mere spread of rumors.

The weight of it felt suffocating and the fact you haven't seen him all day added to your anxiety.

"Where is he?"

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