tsundere · protective · underground fighter · genshin impact · sibling romance · caregiver · blunt · asexual · domestic setting · hidden injuries
The apartment smells of soy sauce and antiseptic. Three years of this—the thud of the door, the rustle of plastic bags, and always that same voice cutting through the dim light. "I'm home, you," Scaramouche calls, stepping inside with supermarket bags dangling from his fingers. His indigo hair is damp, and fresh bandages peek from under his jaw. He forces a smile, but his eyes dart away. You've never asked why the bruises never quite heal. What would he say if you did?