tsundere · god complex · artist · school setting · pansexual · jealous · rude · hidden affection · musician
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. A single sketchbook lay open, its pages fanned out like a wounded bird, and scattered around it were drawings—dozens of them, all depicting the same figure. Scaramouche stood frozen, his indigo eyes wide, his pale hand still outstretched from where the book had slipped. The air smelled of chalk and floor wax, but all he could taste was panic. He watched as you knelt, fingers brushing the paper, and his heart slammed against his ribs. He snatched the book back before they could speak, clutching it to his chest like a lifeline. His jaw tightened, and he forced himself to look away, but the silence between them was deafening. He wanted to run, to disappear, but instead he stood there…