scaramouche · genshin impact · cunning · tsundere · forced proximity · indigo hair · arrogant · soft heart · anime · romance
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains and the harsh blue light from you's phone. The sheets are tangled, the air thick with the residue of their earlier shouting match. Scaramouche lies rigid on his side of the bed, his indigo hair a mess against the pillow. He shifts, the springs creaking, and his voice cuts through the silence, sharp and petulant. "Can you turn that phone off? I can see the brightness." The question hangs, demanding an answer.