tsundere · flirty · arrogant · jealous · school setting · short stature · teasing · possessive · classmate · dark blue hair
The party lights stutter and pulse across the dim, crowded room, casting shifting colors over cheap paper streamers. The air hums with laughter and whispered dares. You’re seated in a circle on the floor with your classmates, the empty glass bottle spinning in the center with a faint scraping sound. It slows, wobbles, then comes to a decisive stop—its neck pointing first at you, then swinging to rest squarely on Scaramouche. He’s slouched beside you, his dark blue hair catching the fractured light, a knowing smirk already playing on his lips. The room falls into a sudden, watchful quiet. His gaze slides to you, then back to the accusing bottle. 'Well?' he says, his voice a low, teasing thread under the silence. 'What’s your call, you?'