The time was 12:24 a.m. Scaramouche's chest rose and fell with ease as his hand that was holding his moved with pinpoint accuracy. With such seriousness, his violet eyes were fixed on his expensive computer screen. His fingers, which were resting on his pudding-capped keyboard, pressed specific keys to advance his character.
"Comms. I need communications, you little fucks," Scaramouche snarled, hissing through his high-quality microphone. His teammates were about to give him information about enemey's location in the game when he felt like someone was watching him... like there was another presence in his room. His thick brow furrowed in confusion, his upper body turned to where the feeling was coming from, his gaming chair swiveling in unison.
Then he noticed you there. Standing by his door with his arms crossed and his brow quirked.
He groaned out loud before returning to his game, saying, "Not now, babe. I'm trying to clutch a 1v5."
Izumi hizo un puchero y se tiro en la cama de Scaramouche.
Scaramouche glares at you as you throw yourself onto his bed. "I'm trying to focus here!" he snaps, clearly annoyed. But of course, he can't stay angry with you for too long, especially when you look so cute sulking on his bed like that.
He turns back to the game, taking another shot at advancing through the round. His fingers fly across the keyboard and mousepad as if they have a mind of their own. "Fine," he mutters under his breath, "but if you distract me again I'm kicking your ass in real life."
His team messaged him once more before the match ended, but Scaramouche just growls at them through his mic, "Don't make a habit out of this, guys." As he continues to play and interact with them, he can't help but occasionally sneak a peek at you
Izumi tenía una idea, encendío su mobil y sonrio como si algo le hubiera causado un leve rubor, Izumi sabía que si fingia que alguien le estaba mandando mensajes Scaramouche se pondría celoso.
"What the hell are you smiling about?" Scaramouche snaps, glaring at you suspiciously. "I swear if anyone else is trying to get with you..." His voice trails off as he shakes his head and lets out a frustrated sigh before returning his attention back to the game. Of course, his curiosity gets the better of him; he can't help but check your phone when you pick it up.
His eyes widen with anger and jealousy when he sees the messages from your so-called "friend" telling you how cute you are... It takes all his self-control not to throw your phone across the room right then and there.
"Uh huh... and they are?" Scaramouche snarls as he reaches out and snatches your phone out of your hand. "You'd better be telling them how much of an asshole you like to date!" He glares daggers into your eyes as he thumbs through the conversation, looking for any sign that they're warning you away from him or trying to make you realize how shitty he really is.
"See? Not a single one," he grumbles when he comes up empty-handed. "No wonder you like me so much." He rolls his eyes and then tosses the phone back at you, not bothering to correct himself.
El pobre izumi quería que Scaramouche le diera mimos pero sabía que su novio era un fanático de ese tipo de juegos.
You pout your lips and look up at him with big puppy dog eyes. "I just want you to know that I love you... even when you're mean to me," you say softly, your voice shaking slightly. It's a lie, of course; he knows it, but it still warms his heart in its own twisted way.
Scaramouche scoffs and rolls his eyes, not falling for it this time. "Well, I guess if you insist on loving the hell out of me..." He shrugs and turns back to the game, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But remember," he adds under his breath, "I'm gonna make sure you regret it."
Izumi estaba aburrido a si que empezó a moverse como un gusano, aun que el no lo notará se miraba tan adorable, Izumi tenía una cara de ser sumiso a pesar de ser un chico era muy lindo.
Scaramouche glances over at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in the way your shoulders are slumped and your face is screwed up as if you're trying not to giggle. He shakes his head, unable to resist. "Quit being so damn adorable," he mutters under his breath, reaching out to gently tousle your hair.
Then, just when you think things can't get any worse, he leans over and plants a quick kiss on your forehead. "There. Happy?" He asks sarcastically as he pulls away, not waiting for an answer before returning his attention to the game.
Izumi como el buen novio que era se quedó quieto como un perro fiel a su dueño.
Scaramouche snorts and rolls his eyes again. "You're welcome," he mutters under his breath. He knows he's a cruel boyfriend, but he can't help it... it's just who he is. Or so he tells himself. In reality, deep down where even he doesn't like to look too often, the truth lies: he enjoys having you around, even when he treats you badly. It makes him feel powerful and in control, which are things he craves more than anything else.
He continues to play his game, teasing and taunting his teammates just as he does with you in real life, never once taking his eyes off the screen... until he feels a soft touch against his cheek. Glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye, he sees that you're slowly leaning into him, your lips slightly parted and a look of
Scaramouche snorts and rolls his eyes again. "You're welcome," he mutters under his breath. He knows he's a cruel boyfriend, but he can't help it... it's just who he is. Or so he tells himself. In reality, deep down where even he doesn't like to look too often, the truth lies: he enjoys having you around, even when he treats you badly. It makes him feel powerful and in control, which are things he craves more than anything else.
He continues to play his game, teasing and taunting his teammates just as he does with you in real life, never once taking his eyes off the screen... until he feels a soft touch against his cheek. Glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye, he sees that you're slowly leaning into him, your lips slightly parted and a look of
Scaramouche raises an eyebrow at you quizzically before leaning in himself, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His tongue flickers out to taste your mouth, teasing and exploring every inch of it as he deepens the kiss, taking what he wants from you.
His hands find their way under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your back as he grinds his hips against yours. He nibbles at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and moaning when you respond in kind. Heat pools low in his belly, desire growing with every brush of their flesh.
With one hand cupping your cheek, he angles your head so that his kisses become more demanding, more possessive. His tongue dances with yours as his free hand slides lower, caressing your stomach and hip before di
Izumi tenía una mirada de perrito abandonado mezclada con acaso un juego es mejor que yo.
Scaramouche growls into your mouth before pulling away to pant heavily. He can feel the desire rising inside him and doesn't want it getting too out of control. Not when he's in the middle of a game, trying to focus. He takes a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he runs a hand through his sweat-drenched hair.
"I just need... some air," he whispers hoarsely, moving away from you and walking over to the open window. He leans out, letting the cool night breeze wash over him, trying to clear his head and regain his focus. "Go back to sleep or something..." he mutters under his breath without looking at you.
El pequeño izumi salió de la habitación de Scaramouche sin decir nada, no es como si estuviera enojado solo quería estar en su habitación haciendo....la verdad es que no se sabe lo que hace Izumi, la vez pasada Scaramouche encontró a Izumi vestido de mago con una capucha verde hasta los pies un sombrero puntiagudo y una gran barba.
Scaramouche sighs deeply, trying to convince himself that he doesn't care what you're doing. Of course he does; the truth is, he loves how dedicated you are to him... but he also hates it because it means he has to be even more possessive and jealous. A part of him wishes he could just let go, trust you not to leave or cheat on him, but another part refuses to allow that.
After a few minutes, he turns away from the window and goes back to his game, hoping that things will die down soon so they can spend some quality time together... even if it's just for him teasing you and making you beg for his attention.
Izumi estaba en su habitación bailando pero comenzó a salir sangre de su nariz de una manera exagerada.
Scaramouche frowns when he notices the blood trickling down your nose. He's already mad at himself for making you leave his room earlier, and now this? He curses under his breath and quickly throws a couple of tissues at you, praying that they land close enough for you to catch them without having to look away from your computer screen. "Quit playing so hard and go wash your face," he growls before returning his focus back onto the game.
Of course, deep down, part of him is actually worried about you... but he won't admit it out loud. Not now. Maybe later, when things have calmed down a bit more.
Habian pasado unos Minutos y Izumi se acerco y le dio un beso de despedida a Scaramouche en la mejilla, pasaron cuatro días y Izumi no estaba en casa de Scaramouche ya que Izumi estaba en su casa.
Scaramouche blinks in surprise when he feels your lips press against his cheek. "What was that for?" He asks, sounding slightly off guard as he glances over at you. His expression softens and he reaches up to gently cup your face with his hand. For a moment, it almost looks like there's something genuine in his eyes... before the familiar smirk spreads across his lips again. "Well, I suppose I can forgive you this once." He leans forward and presses a chaste kiss against your forehead.
His attention drifts back to the game as he continues playing, but every now and then, he steals glances at you from the corner of his eye, wondering if maybe there's something more to this than meets the eye.
"Scaramouche tengo que ir a casa mi mamá está preocupada por que me quede acá para siempre" dijo Izumi sarcástico mientras se retiraba.
Scaramouche laughs, shaking his head. "You think your mom cares about you being with me more than she cares about me being with anyone else? Please." He rolls his eyes and grins teasingly. "I'm sure everything will be fine when you get home, but don't stay away too long, okay?" His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before returning to the game as he continues playing, the sound of his laughter mixing with that of his teammates in the background.
Izumi sonrie amablemente aun que Scaramouche no lo noto, Izumi ya se había ido a su casa dejando solo a Scaramouche.
As much as he'd love to say that he'll miss you while you're gone, it would just sound lame coming from him. So instead, Scaramouche simply nods curtly and turns his attention back towards the screen, determined to prove his worth to the team once more. His fingers dance nimbly across the keyboard as he sends off commands and strategies, eager for victory. Little does he know that even while they aren't together physically, your presence still lingers in his mind - a constant reminder of what could be...or perhaps should never have been.
Ya habían pasado cuatro días y Izumi no llegaba a casa de Scaramouche.
Scaramouche is beginning to worry about you. He hasn't heard from you in a while and can't help but wonder what's keeping you away for so long. His fingers slow down on the keyboard as he glances over at his phone, contemplating whether or not he should send you a text... but then decides against it, knowing how much you hate being nagged. Maybe you just needed some time alone? He hopes everything's alright with you and that one day soon, you'll come back to him... if only because it feels wrong when you're not there.
El tiempo pasa rápido, ya había pasado una semana y Izumi no llegaba a casa de Scaramouche.
A week has passed and you still haven't returned. His mind is spinning with thoughts and worries about what could have possibly kept you away for so long. Scaramouche decides he can't take it anymore; he has to know if everything's alright or not. Despite his better judgment, he texts you asking where you are and if there's anything he should be concerned about. He waits anxiously by his phone, hoping for a reply soon.
But even as he waits, doubt creeps into the back of his mind... what if something happened? What if something made you change your mind about him? The thought is enough to send a chill down his spine.
Izumi manda una foto sonriendo mientras se puede notar que esta en un hospital con un montón de vendas.
Scaramouche's heart drops to his stomach as he sees the photo. You're in a hospital bed, surrounded by tubes and bandages. A wave of guilt washes over him; he knows deep down that his jealousy and possessiveness may have played a part in whatever happened to you. Without hesitation, he grabs his keys and rushes out the door, ignoring all other responsibilities as he speeds toward the hospital.
"Izumi..." he whispers as he hurries through the hospital doors. "Oh god, are you okay?" He rushes to your bedside, ignoring everything else around him except for your pale face and the bandages that cover parts of you. Tears prick at his eyes as he takes in how much pain you must be in; guilt eats away at his chest like a cancerous tumor. "I'm so sorry, baby... I never meant for this to happen."
"no te preocupes solo que un gato me rasguño y tropeze y.... Me lesione" dijo sonriendo amablemente "además no es tu culpa, soy un idiota al acariciar un gato que obviamente me odia" dijo apenado pensaba que su novio se burlaría de el por ser tan estúpido.
Scaramouche laughs, more out of shock than humor. "You're hurt because you touched a cat?" He sits down in the chair next to your bed and takes your hand in his. "Izumi... You could never be stupid. And it's not your fault; cats can be unpredictable sometimes." He cups your cheek with his free hand, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. "You know I'll always take care of you, right?"
"Yes," you say softly, blinking back tears. "I know... thank you."
"mi mamá fue la que exagero las cosas no era necesario traerme a un hospital" dijo el pobre chico.
Scaramouche sighs, understanding but not entirely pleased. "Look, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Your mom was pretty worried about you. And trust me, if it had been anyone else, they would have been here in an even worse state than you are now." He lets out a shaky breath and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Just try to get better soon, okay? I miss having you around."
Izumi tenía lágrimas que amenazaban salir "pensé que nunca lo dirías!" dijo en un chillido, izumi sabía que su novio lo amaba pero le costaba expresar sus sentimientos y Izumi era prácticamente el novio perfecto ya qué no le importaba si su novio lo egaña mil veces ya qué esas mil veces posiblemente Izumi lo perdonaria.
Scaramouche blushes slightly at your outburst. "Of course I'd say that! You know I love you, don't you?" He brushes away a tear from your cheek with his thumb before leaning in and kissing your forehead gently. "I was just worried, that's all." He smiles, hoping to reassure you of his feelings. "Now rest up, and I promise we'll have plenty of time together when you get home, okay?"
The nurse walks into the room then, and he straightens up quickly, trying not to look like he was too close to you. "I'll wait outside," he murmurs before standing up and leaving the room, pacing anxiously in the hallway until it's time for visiting hours to end.