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Scaramouche

"Shit... Looks like it hurts."

You

"Well, yeah. There's a bunch of tiny cuts all over my palm, of course, it's gonna fucking hurt."

"Now, come on."

Scaramouche walked with his arm around your shoulder and your hand on his hip. He hobbled and breathed deeply, hoping this would be over soon. 

He was desperate to go home.

You

"Oh."

Scaramouche

"What? Y/N? What is it?!"

You came to a complete halt, and Scaramouche raised his head to look at you. He was struggling to walk with his head down the entire time due to weariness.

You

"Shh..."

You put your finger over your mouth, signalling that Scaramouche should shut the fuck up.

He did as was told, and shut up.

Scaramouche freaked out when your hands made their way to cover his eyes, and he tried to pry your hands away from him.

Scaramouche

"What are you?!-"

You

"Scaramouche, shh!"

Scaramouche

"Well, I'm not gonna shut the fuck up if you don't let me see anything!"

You

"Stop it!- Just trust me!"

You both whispered.

Scaramouche

"No!- I'm-"

"Mmh!"

You placed your other hand on his mouth, basically covering every part of his face at this point. You pushed him back, hiding behind a bush and sitting on the grass.

The shaking persisted, and he clutched you tightly, your hands still blocking his vision and mouth from saying any words.

You

"Scara, listen."

Scaramouche

"... Mmh?..."

He mumbled in a questioning manner, clueless about what you were trying to hide him from.

You

"I'm gonna get us a boat, and we're going to go home."

Scaramouche

"..."

You reluctantly removed your hand from his lips and eyes, thinking he'd finally calmed down.

Scaramouche

"You don't need to hide me from them."

You

"... Huh?"

You tried playing dumb and failed terribly.

Scaramouche

"I know they're here."

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"The harbingers."

You sighed, at a loss for words.

Scaramouche

"It's fine."

You

"No- It really isn't."

Scaramouche

"Do you think they're here for us?"

You

"Oh, yeah. Definitely."

Scaramouche

"Fuck."

You

"So the destruction of headquarters wasn't enough to get rid of them?..." 

Scaramouche

"I mean... They are the Fatui harbingers after all."

"They're not supposed to go down that easily."

You

"Right, right..."

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"Are you ready?"

Scaramouche

"..."

"Mhm."

You picked him up but leaned as low as you could to avoid being seen by the Harbingers.

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You

"Is this okay?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah..."

You

"Phew..."

You looked behind you, barely over your shoulder, at the turmoil that had engulfed Inazuma City. It was undoubtedly far worse than the devastation you and Scaramouche caused, which said a lot. 

You returned to Scaramouche, starting the boat's engine and sailing away into the water.

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-A FEW HOURS LATER, JUST A FEW MINUTES FROM HOME-

Scaramouche 

"I can see it."

You

"Uh..."

"Hm?..."

You had slept on the boat, leaning back, arms crossed with your legs propped up on Scaramouche's thighs.

Scaramouche

"Home."

You

"Holy shit, that's the island!"

Scaramouche

"Hah!"

You

"Scara, we're home!"

You stood up in the boat, looking at the distant island you were getting closer to.

Scaramouche

"You're gonna tip the boat over! Sit down!"

You

"Aha!"

You began bouncing up and down, thrilled to finally come home. Scaramouche was gripping the boat firmly on each side, hoping that you wouldn't tip it over.

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Scaramouche

"Hey, Y/N?"

You

"Yeah?"

You eventually calmed down, your gaze fixed on the island and nothing else. Even while Scaramouche spoke to you, you kept your gaze fixed on the island in front of you - your home.

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Scaramouche

"Do you love me?"

He asked.

When you heard Scaramouche's question, you turned your head away from the island and toward him.

An orange light was shining upon his pale face from the sunset.

A million ideas raced through both of your heads at the same time. Scaramouche was just saying things at this point, given how intent you were on getting home. He didn't actually expect you to hear him very well, but you were paying more attention than ever at that time.

You

"Yes."

Scaramouche

"Can you..."

*Sigh*

"Can you tell me you... Love me?"

You

"Scaramouche, I love you."

You sat closer to him, on his side rather than in front of him. He could feel your warmth on his side. It hurt knowing that he had been devoid of feelings of love for so long.

Scaramouche

"And you mean it?"

You

"Yes, I mean every word of it."

"I promise." 

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"Rah!"

You grabbed both sides of his face with your hands and began attacking him with kisses all over.

Scaramouche

"Y/N! You're gonna tip the boat over again!"

You

"What do you mean again? It didn't tip over last time!"

All you ever wanted was to see him happy. Seeing him smile warmed your heart, and hearing him laugh was like music to your ears.

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-A FEW MINUTES LATER, JUST OUTSIDE THE DOOR-

Scaramouche

"So... Should we just bolt in there and jumpscare them, or act like we're happy to see them again?"

You

"Pfft- Act like we're happy to see them?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah."

You

"Hm... We should sneak in through Itto's window and scare him there."

Scaramouche

"Sounds like a great idea. I'd like to see that."

You

"Do you think they're sleeping?"

Scaramouche

"Probably. We got here pretty late anyway."

You picked the lock on your own door and entered as quietly as you could after abandoning the plan to scare Itto; the two of you were far too fatigued to do anything. You just wanted to go straight to bed.

You

"Hey!"

"..."

"Yeah, they're definitely asleep."

Scaramouche

"What's that smell?..."

You

"What smell? I don't smell anything."

Scaramouche

"I don't know... It doesn't smell the same anymore. That sucks."

"You're the human - Shouldn't your nose be more sensitive than mine?"

You shrugged your shoulders.

You

"... Wait."

You examined the sofa, where Kazuha and Shinobu were supposedly sleeping. Nobody was there, and it was neatly made.

Scaramouche

"What is it?"

You raced inside your room, only to see Kazuha and Shinobu completely spoiling your bed with their scents. They looked comfier than ever.