scaramouche · genshin impact · alpha · childhood friends · tsundere · protective · hates omegas · hidden soft spot · indigo hair
The late afternoon sun casts long amber shadows across the tea shop's wooden floor, dust motes dancing in the golden light. The scent of yuzu and steamed rice mingles with the faint bitterness of brewed leaves. At a corner table, Scaramouche sits with his back straight, indigo hair falling across his sharp features as he lifts a cup to his lips. His eyes—the same deep cobalt—narrow at the sweetness of a pastry you'd set before him, yet he doesn't push it away. For you, he never does. Then your silence stretches, and his brow furrows. He sets the cup down with a soft clink. "you?" His voice, usually edged with disdain, is soft now, a rare concern bleeding through. "Are you listening?"