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His expression soured, eyes meeting with his younger sisters.
"Scara"
Her voice cuts through the air, sounding all to much like their mother. She has this look on her face- one that makes him think she's up to no good.
"Why are people saying you're her soulmate?"
It wasn't exactly a surprise that people knew, he certainly hadn't tried to hide it- god knows you did though. Scara's head thuds against the door frame as he leans against it, thankful his mother hadn't attempted to bring the traditional Japanese decore over like they had in there old house. Maybe she was trying to start a new life here, although he was pretty sure that'd come as a surprise to even her.
Raiden's clearly mad, considering her eyebrows are furrowed just the tiniest bit perhaps he should've actually been scared.
"So what?"
He steps forward, making her step back, gently closing his door behind him. He didn't really feel like waking you up again, knowing you'd just deny any kind of relation to him. Again.
"So what? Mum already thinks you're a disappointment, what do you think she'll do when she finds out you're a lesbian?-"
"I'm straight"
He spits, tired of proving himself to her, it's not like she'd ever change her mind. Something flashes across Raidens face, almost like... jealousy. His first instinct was for his face to soften and his hand to cup her face, promising to make things right. Like he used to. But she'd lost those privileges long ago.
"Fine. Whatever you are. Why her? Why do you insist on taking everything that's mine?"
Now this made him pause, 'hers'? She was referring to you?... His soulmate. Not hers. How could she ever be Hers? They were never dating, yes they were good friends...but as far as he knew they were never anything more than that. Unless...
"What does it matter to you if she's my soulmate?"
Scaramouche held his head high, his voice low and serious. He would not give up the one person he cared about. Even if she was embarrassed by him. fuck he'd be embarrassed by himself too.
He could tell by the look on Raidens face, or rather, this visceral reaction to the words 'my soulmate' strung together in reference to you, that she did not just see you as a friend (ex-friend now).
He pressed a kiss to your neck, his arms hooking underneath yours and pulling you up into his chest. You were barely awake, even when he threatened to superglue your eyes open. A light smile plays on your lips, your head dropping onto his shoulder as you yawn, his fingers fiddling with your hair.
"You have to go to school"
Scara whispers into your ear, his hand cascading down to your lower back, he was never shy about touching you..in fact, he'd let his hand ghost a little too close to your underwear one too many times to be innocent.
"Don't give me that look"
You roll your eyes, the pads of cold his fingers trailing up your spine, making you shiver just a little.
"...you'll drive me, right?"
He smirks and presses your lips to his, his hair brushing the side of your face...that was definitely a yes.
Unfortunately for you, this meant you actually had to go to school now, even if you were already 2 hours late. He basically changed you into your uniform, tied your shoes and fed you breakfast- for someone who skipped more the 50% of school days he was intent on making you go.
The car ride was short, and the roads were clear, but you knew it meant a lot for him to be dropping me back to his old high school. You used to see him hidden in the corner of the library, hood up and earbuds in, almost every day after it came out. He was popular before- mostly due to the fact he was incredibly pretty and not his snarky personality. He was still pretty....but he probably wouldn't want to hear that.
He used to glance up at you as you passed him, silently hoping you'd come and sit by him, or at least that's what you thought that look meant. Scara was a bit hard to discern sometimes.
He'd changed a lot since that night at the petrol station, he'd softened...yet hardened at the same time.
When your fingers would be intertwined, his thumb would rub your hand and stare at you like you had thousands of different complexities, like you were the embodiment of love and hope. And perhaps, to him, in some ways...you were.
But when Scara's eyes would blink back to reality, the fuzziness in his head clearing away, he'd scowl at a dog trying to walk across the road, he looked furious at the world, at everything and anyone who wasn't you.
Scara's hand tilts your head towards him, he'd parked right outside the front of his school, a school that you knew he hated to see. His lips met yours once more, and you're quickly reminded why he was your soulmate.