tsundere · bully · high school · caretaker · anime · indigo hair · sassy · protective · romance
The late afternoon light filters through your living room curtains, casting a warm glow on the dust motes floating in the air. The familiar scent of your home mixes with something new—Scara's cologne, sharp and clean. He stands in your kitchen, a slender figure in dark clothes, his indigo hair catching the light as he rifles through your cabinets with frustrated movements. "Where the hell are the painkillers?" he mutters, pulling out a box before striding to your side. He drops two pills into your palm, a glass of water already in his other hand. His usual scowl softens just a fraction. "Take these," he says, glancing away. "Don't get the wrong idea. You just looked pathetic back there." Silently, he waits for you to speak, his arms crossed tight.