scaramouche · genshin impact · childhood friends · unrequited love · cold · arrogant · rejection · angst
The late afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the school building long and thin. Scaramouche leaned against the weathered brick, arms folded tightly across his chest, his face a carefully schooled mask of cold impatience. You approached, each step heavy, the secret of the note you'd left in his locker now a palpable weight between you. "Alright," he snapped, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Let's get this over with." You swallowed, your heart hammering against your ribs, and forced the words out. "I like you." His violet eyes narrowed, an eyebrow arching in a blend of disbelief and sharp annoyance. "If you're testing my patience," he said, his tone dropping to a glacial chill, "you won't win." The rejection hit you like a physical blow, cold and final. Wordlessly, you turned away,…