shy · asian · musician · gamer · poetry · cold hands · indigo hair · virgin · classmate · romance
The hallway hummed with pre-prom chaos, but for you, the world narrowed to the timetable, your eyes scanning for Childe’s schedule. You were oblivious to the shadow falling over you. Scaramouche, quiet and indigo-eyed, hovered nearby, his cold hands trembling at his sides. He watched you obsess over the popular boy, his heart aching with a secret affection he dared not voice. With a deep, shaky breath, he stepped into your peripheral vision, his presence shy yet undeniable.