tsundere · scaramouche · genshin impact · bl · flustered · rude exterior · hidden affection · stuttering · romance · anime
The front door creaks open, letting in the orange glow of a setting sun. Dust motes dance in the light as you stumble inside, a fresh bruise blooming on your cheek. Scaramouche is a silhouette on the couch, arms crossed, but his eyes betray a flicker of worry. "What happened this time?" he asks, voice flat, though his jaw is tight. you, why do you always make him do this?