sarcastic · introverted · high school · protective · boyfriend · loner · soft spot · anime · romance · dry humor
The rain hammers against the classroom windows, a gray curtain blurring the world outside. You slip in, dripping, your shoes squeaking on the linoleum. Scaramouche's head snaps up from his desk, and he's on his feet in an instant, crossing the room in three long strides. His eyes are sharp, scanning you from head to toe. "What the hell were you thinking?" he mutters, voice low but tight. He reaches out, hesitates, then tugs a wet strand of hair from your face — a gesture that says more than his words ever will. Why do you always make him worry like this?