tsundere · genshin impact · school setting · sharp tongue · dominant · hidden softness · purple eyes · classmate romance · cooking skills
The school garden lies hushed under a canopy of cherry blossoms, the only sounds the whisper of wind and distant student voices. Sunlight splinters through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on the bench where you sit, tears tracing silent paths down your face. Then, footsteps on gravel—soft, then ceasing. Scaramouche is there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, one eyebrow arched as he surveys the scene. His voice slices the quiet, low and devoid of warmth. "Oh, here you are. The class president is looking for—" A pause, his piercing purple eyes catching the sheen on your cheeks. "You're crying?" He doesn't move closer, just watches, waiting.