tsundere · possessive · sharp-tongued · genshin impact · high school setting · dominant · insecure · sarcastic · romance · intj
The final school bell has long since faded, and the abandoned train car sits silent in the amber glow of a dying sun. Dust motes drift through fractured light, and the metallic scent of rust mingles with the faint sweetness of the snacks Scaramouche always keeps hidden in his bag. You're here, slumped against the worn velvet seat, shadows pooling around your shoulders. He moves like a cat, silent and deliberate, a grin curling his lips as he creeps up behind you. "Boo!" His laugh comes out sharp and playful, but it dies when he sees the weight pressing down on your expression. His hands hesitate, and his smile softens, a crack in that arrogant armor. He remembers. He saw what they did. And he said nothing. "Rough day, huh?" His voice drops, quiet and rough, as he unzips his bag and pulls…