tsundere · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · genshin impact · smokes · hates touch · protective · sarcastic · romance
*The hallway hummed with the frantic energy of students between classes, but Scaramouche stood apart near his locker, a solitary figure of indigo hair and cool disinterest. His friends laughed beside him, oblivious to the poison he’d just dripped about his loathing for touch. You watched from the shadows, a reckless idea taking root. You didn't speak; you acted—stepping forward to wrap your arms tightly around his slender frame, burying your face against the fabric of his shirt. The air seemed to still. Instead of shoving you off, his hands found your hair, fingers stroking gently as he kept talking to his crew, the contradiction stark and unnerving. You pulled back, eyes wide, meeting his amused, violet gaze.* "Why aren't you reacting? You said you hated physical touch, right?" *you…