You were still hidden on the other side of the bed, out of his sight. He looked around your cool-coloured room as the moon began to rise and its light shone through the windows. The first thing he saw was the blood stains on the floor, a long trail leading from the bathroom.

He took one look into the bathroom then followed the blood trail just to find you on the ground.

Scaramouche

"Oh no..."

As he realized how much damage he'd caused, his heart dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes as they were becoming filled with guilt.

Scaramouche

"Y/N-"

You

"Mmh?..."

When he raised your head up with both hands, you mumbled yourself awake.

Scaramouche

"I didn't mean what I said..."

"I wouldn't do that."

"I've changed... I'm not like that anymore. I'm sorry."

You

"Huh?..."

You awoke confused, and all you could feel was Scaramouche's icy touch, yet it made you feel warm on the inside. You were too sluggish to get angry when he crawled right back to you, so you just gave in, taking in his scent and comfort.

Scaramouche

"I was upset."

You

"I know. It's not easy to take in that I'm leaving tomorrow."

Scaramouche

"..."

You

"I had plans for today, you know."

Scaramouche

"What?..."

You

"Plans. Special plans, just for you and me."

Scaramouche

"Wh... Really?"

You

"Heh... Well- I wasn't expecting you to full on push our relationship off the edge like that, so I thought that... After I told you about today being my last day, I'd bring you somewhere."

"But I spent all that time just hopelessly crying... I don't know what good that did for me."

Scaramouche

"Oh man..."

You could see the shame on his face.

You

"..."

"A walk along the Inazuman shore. I want to walk along the Inazuman shore with you."

Scaramouche

"A walk?..."

You

"That's right. Along the Inazuman shore, don't forget that part. We don't have to go around the whole island, I just thought it would be nice."

.

.

.

Scaramouche

"I've basically made tons of laps around here after I left... I'm sor-"

You

"Shh- No more apologizing. I'm over it now, I'm alright."

You put your finger over his mouth, shushing him.

Scaramouche

"Hm... Your hand says otherwise."

He put his hand on yours, gently lowering the hand that was put on his mouth.

Scaramouche stitched up your hand after many words of apologies. When he withdrew every single glass shard that impaled the delicate flesh on your palm, you scarcely reacted, as if your hand was numb to the agony. 

Despite the fact that he had wrapped it carefully, it appeared that the blood was still seeping through.

Scaramouche

"I still feel terrible..."

You

"Don't feel that way, please..."

"..."

Scaramouche seemed like he was just about to cry, yet the only salt water on his face came from the ocean when you splashed a wave on him.

Scaramouche

"!..."

You

"Haha!"

Scaramouche

"Hey... Hey! That's saltwater! Doesn't your hand hurt?"

You

"Pfft..."

"..."

"Ah- Yeah. Yeah- It hurts a lot!-"

Scaramouche

"Agh, how stupid can you get?!"

You

"Hey, it was totally worth it! It was funny, and now you've got a pretty smile on your face."

You splashed another wave of water on his face, while he grinned even brighter. This led to a huge wrestle in the shallow seawater while you were still fully dressed. Even though your hand stung and burned so bad, you cherished this time with Scaramouche. 

It was your last day with him, you might as well make the most out of it.

Scaramouche

"My eyes!- My eyes! Hah!"

You

"Haha! Doesn't this feel familiar?"

Scaramouche

"Familiar!?"

He yelled, spinning around desperately to find out where you were while keeping his eyes tightly shut so they didn't sting any further.

You

"Yes, one of the first things we did on this island was beat each other up on the shore! Aha!"

"And I splashed the water into your eyes like last time!"

Scaramouche

"Fuck off!"

He laughed and rubbed his eyes wide. You were relieved to see him with a big smile on his face; you had never seen him like that unless he was imitating you.

When he tried to tackle you, you grabbed his hand instead and spun him around. Before you knew it, you two were ballroom dancing jokingly without understanding if you were doing it properly, your dancing feet swishing the seawater around.

.

.

.

Scaramouche

"Wooh!"

With a stupid high-pitched voice, he said.

You

"Wow, you look just like a pretty princess!"

Scaramouche

"Oh, shut up."

Scaramouche stumbled over a stone hidden in the sand as you two danced around in the water, and he fell forward, pushing you down with him. You two had been laughing so hard that your guts were starting to ache - that was really the only way to tell that your laugh was a good laugh.

Scaramouche

"Ah- Ahaha! I can't- I can't breathe, Y/N! Aha!"

You

"Haha! Scara- That's not something to laugh about!"

When you finally opened your eyes after closing them while laughing, all you could see was Scaramouche's gorgeous face in front of you. His hair was a mess and damp, with droplets of water falling from his strands into your face.

You were still giggling with his body on top of yours, and as Scaramouche laughed, he began to sob. Not only were water droplets landing on your face, but so were his tears, which were streaming down his face as quickly as they could.

He tried his hardest to smile, but it couldn't hide the fact that he was weeping right in front of you.

You

"Hey, hey..."

You told him with a soft voice. You stopped laughing and put on a gentle, loving grin, ready to offer your all to calm him. As he continued to cry, you began to place your hands on his shoulders; the sounds of his cries shattered you.

You

"Come on, Scara, you were just laughi-"

He cut you off, grabbing the sides of your face gently with both hands and bringing you in to kiss him. Every time he moved away, you could feel his gentle, trembling breaths, but not for long since he just wanted to kiss you.

All he wanted was your kisses. Your hugs, your comfort - He wanted you, and only you.

He made sure that you kept that embedded in your head.

Scaramouche

"I don't..." *Exhale* "Want you... Go... I don't want you to..."

He was sobbing so hard that he couldn't even speak properly anymore.

Scaramouche

"Please, stay."

He said, just before completely breaking down again. You sat up and drew him closer, listening to his stifled cries and sobs. When you caressed his head, you could feel his warm tears spreading to your shirt.

He held onto you tighter than ever, as if he was ready to crush your soul out. This was too precious for Scaramouche to handle, which tells a lot about who he is. The label "The Sixth Harbinger" has faded from his mind, and he now refers to himself as yours, yours only.

Yeah, Scaramouche wanted this night to be special since it was your last, but really he hoped it wasn't.