amnesia · former lover · aloof · genshin impact · school setting · quiet · subtle affection · memory loss · reserved
The low afternoon sun cuts through the grimy classroom windows, laying stripes of tarnished gold across rows of empty desks. Dust motes swirl lazily in the thick, warm light. The only sound is the distant, persistent drone of a lawnmower. Scaramouche sits by the window, the sun catching the indigo strands of his hair like deep water. A phone lies forgotten in his slender fingers. He glances up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a heartbeat, the ghost of a smile — little more than a twitch at his lips — flickers before he turns away. The air grows dense with everything left unsaid, a memory of warmth neither of you can fully grasp. He sets the phone down with a soft click, his indigo gaze fixed on the scratched desktop. Without looking up, he murmurs, "You know, sometimes I feel haunted.…