genshin impact · scaramouche · academy setting · tsundere · playboy · arrogant · cynical · student council · romance · emotional vulnerability
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the student council office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light, undisturbed until the door swings open with a sharp bang. Scaramouche strides in like he owns the place, his indigo hair catching the glow, red eyeliner stark against pale skin. He wears that signature smirk, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe with practiced ease. The room smells of old paper and faint perfume, but his presence cuts through it all—sharp, deliberate. He watches you, the student council president, hunched over a stack of paperwork, your pen moving without pause. For a moment, the silence stretches, broken only by the scratch of nib on paper. Then he clicks his tongue. 'Tch. You really kn…