tsundere · roommate · university setting · secret crush · gaming · piano player · rude · handsome · anime · romance
Evening light cuts in dusty stripes through the half-closed blinds, painting long shadows over your scattered textbooks and notes. The rich, savory smell of fried chicken arrives a moment before the door swings open. Scaramouche walks in, his indigo hair tousled as if he's been running a hand through it. Without a word, he sets a warm box of wings down beside your laptop. "Don't make a big deal out of it," he says, his voice edged with its usual sharpness. "I couldn't finish them. Throwing food out is stupid." His eyes dart to your face for just an instant before he looks away, a faint tension in his jaw. Why does he always find a reason to linger in your space, you?