Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Caught in the Act

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The night was serene, the faint hum of the city barely audible through the window. Lumine had retired to bed hours ago, leaving Kuni curled up on the couch. But Scaramouche couldn’t sleep.

Restless thoughts plagued him, and he couldn’t shake the unease creeping into his chest. Quietly, he leaped down from the couch and padded to the center of the living room. A soft shimmer of light surrounded him as he shifted into his human form.

Now standing in his true form, Scaramouche ran a hand through his indigo hair, frustration evident on his face. “What am I doing?” he murmured under his breath. “Why am I staying here? Watching over her like this? She—”

He stopped mid-sentence when he heard the creak of a door.

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Lumine stood in the doorway to her bedroom, her golden eyes wide with shock. “Scaramouche?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion and disbelief. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?”

Scaramouche froze, his heart racing. He hadn’t heard her approach, and now he was caught. His mind scrambled for an explanation, but nothing plausible came to mind.

“I…” he started, his tone hesitant. “I was just—”

“You were trespassing?” Lumine cut him off, stepping closer with furrowed brows. “And why are you here in the middle of the night? Wait—” She suddenly paused, her eyes narrowing. “How did you know where I live?”

Scaramouche opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a realization seemed to dawn on her. Her expression shifted from confusion to something far more alarming. “You’ve been following me, haven’t you?”

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He bit his lip, taking a small step back as her words hit him. He couldn’t let her figure out the full truth—not yet.

“I…” Scaramouche started again, his voice steadier this time, “I wasn’t—”

Before he could finish, a soft glow surrounded him once more. His body began to shrink, his midnight fur replacing his indigo hair. Within seconds, he was back in his cat form, sitting on the floor and looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

Lumine gasped audibly, her hand flying to her mouth. “You… Kuni?”

The realization hit her like a tidal wave. She stumbled back, gripping the edge of the table for support as she stared at the small cat in front of her. “You’re him? All this time? You’re not just a cat—you’re Scaramouche!”

Kuni—now Scaramouche in cat form—lowered his head, letting out a soft meow that almost sounded apologetic.

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Lumine paced back and forth, her mind racing. “This doesn’t make sense,” she muttered, glancing back at him. “You gave me your jacket… we talked, and you’re…”

She crouched down to his level, her golden eyes locking onto his deep indigo ones. “You’re not just some random guy, are you? You’ve been here, with me, this whole time. Watching me. Protecting me.”

Kuni let out another meow, this time softer, almost as if confirming her words.

Lumine sat back on the floor, her head spinning. “Why?” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “Why would you stay here like this? Why pretend to be a cat?”

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Scaramouche watched her carefully, his feline form betraying none of the turmoil he felt inside. He wanted to explain everything—to tell her why he had chosen to stay by her side. But for now, he could only hope she wouldn’t push him away.

Lumine exhaled deeply, her expression softening as she reached out to gently touch his head. “You’re a strange one, Scaramouche,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “But… I guess I owe you for everything you’ve done.”

Her fingers brushed through his fur, and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. He couldn’t speak, but in that moment, her acceptance meant more than words ever could.

For now, the truth was out—and though he didn’t know what would happen next, Scaramouche felt a small flicker of hope.