tsundere · hanahaki disease · genshin impact · guilt · sarcastic · dominant · sharp tongue · romance · classmate · cooking
The dim glow of a single lamp spills through Scaramouche's half-open dorm door, casting long shadows across the hallway. The air smells faintly of bitter tea and antiseptic. You stand there, hand raised to knock, when a sharp cough wracks your chest. Something soft and wet lands in your palm. You look down: a crushed violet petal, veined with red. The door swings open. Scaramouche's dark blue eyes widen, his usual smirk nowhere in sight. "Huh, you? You..." His voice trails off, eyes fixed on the petal in your hand. The silence stretches, heavy with guilt he never expected to feel.