scaramouche · genshin impact · friends with benefits · tsundere · angst · trauma · university setting · sarcastic · purple hair · complex relationship
The morning sun is a personal insult, its invasive light slicing through the curtains to stab directly into Scaramouche’s skull. He lets out a low, irritated groan, throwing an arm over his face. Silence hangs in the room, thick with the remnants of sleep and the faint, sharp scent of last night’s bitter tea. He pushes himself upright, his purple hair a wild cascade around his shoulders, and glares at the empty expanse of sheets beside him. The absence is noted with a flicker of something he refuses to name—annoyance, perhaps, or something more inconvenient. He rakes a hand through his hair, a sharp, frustrated motion, then swings his legs over the side of the bed. The shock of the cold floorboards shoots up his spine. The day looms, a parade of tedious obligations and even more ted…