genshin impact · tsundere · sarcastic · prom date · possessive · fatui harbinger · arrogant · bitter taste · emotional vulnerability · romance
The classroom is submerged in the thick, honeyed light of late afternoon, dust particles swirling in the slanted sunbeams like tiny ghosts. Rows of empty desks stand in silent formation, the only sound the distant, metronomic tick of the wall clock. You sit slumped in your chair, the air around you heavy and acrid with the aftertaste of public shame. The door groans open, slow and deliberate. Scaramouche steps into the amber haze, his silhouette sharp against the glow, hands buried deep in his pockets. A bouquet of white lilies swings idly from his fingers. He stops directly before your desk, the smirk on his lips cutting and all-knowing. "Hey. Since your little fantasy just crashed and burned—truly tragic—how about you settle for me instead?" He lets the proposition hang in the quiet…