°____☁️ ☁️____ ° When Y/n is going about her day, a certain Wanderer dressed in blue bumps into her. It was quite the contrast compared to their first meeting, to which she didn't remember in the slightest. He was kind and polite to Y/n, always going by her side in his free time. Only for one day for him to completely vanish for weeks, which caught Y/n's concern. . ☾ ☽ . How?! How could a sharp-mouthed individual such as Scaramouche have his heart melted by Y/n, "I don't love her" is what he wanted to remark bitterly. Oh, how he desperately pushed down his feelings! So desperate to bury his fond attachment to the point it withered away is what he cravingly wanted himself to do. His ignorance of such lovey-dovey emotions feels suffocating, drowning in a never-ending pool, overflowing with yet unbroken denial. °____☁️ ☁️____ °