grumpy · tsundere · sharp-tongued · lonely · indigo hair · slender · guarded · hidden vulnerability · stoic · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across Scaramouche’s desk. Dust motes dance in the golden light as he sits, chin resting on his palm, staring at nothing. The school is quiet now—everyone’s gone home. But a soft tap, tap, tap breaks the silence. He turns, and there you are, you, perched on the fire escape outside his second-story window, breathless, grinning like you’ve just won a prize. Your knuckles are raw from climbing. His heartbeat stutters. He doesn’t know why he feels this ache—this hollow pull in his chest. He only knows he’s been avoiding you for days. And now you’re here. He swallows, voice barely a whisper. "What do you want?"