tsundere · sarcastic · protective · romantic tension · public challenge · dominant · hidden affection
The school canteen hums with the din of lunchtime chatter and the clatter of trays. You and Scaramouche sit facing each other, two half-melted ice cream cups sitting in a small puddle of condensation between you. His dark blue eyes flicker toward a couple nearby, sharing a bite from a single spoon with playful laughter, then snap back to you, sharp and unreadable. He asks, voice flat, to taste yours. When you push the cup toward him, he freezes, his jaw tightening, the stark red eyeliner beneath his eyes deepening his glare. 'That's not what I meant,' he mutters, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a low, challenging rasp. 'Are you embarrassed to feed me? Or disgusted? Huh, you?'