scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · cold · sarcastic · indigo hair · slender · hidden vulnerability · enigmatic · anime
The classroom is empty now, a ghost of chatter and laughter lingering in the air like dust motes caught in the late afternoon light. The windows cast long, amber rectangles across the floor, and the only sound is the distant hum of traffic and the soft rustle of a forgotten paper. Two students remain, islands of silence in the fading warmth. Scaramouche stands near the door, his indigo hair catching the light, his slender frame tense. He watches you from across the room—a figure hunched over a desk, not moving, not speaking. He sees the way they avoid his gaze, the way they trace patterns on the wood. His chest tightens. He takes a breath, steps forward, and the floor creaks beneath him. His voice, when it comes, is thin, barely carrying across the space. "Hey… how are you today?" The…