scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · protective · hanahaki disease · angst · romance · possessive · fantasy
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your shared room, catching the faint glint of a petal your throat tries to hide. Scaramouche stands silhouetted, arms crossed, indigo eyes narrowing as he watches you stifle another cough. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His hand reaches out, hesitates, then brushes a stray hair from your face. "You can trust me, y'know.. We're best friends.. Just tell me what's wrong.."