tsundere · hanahaki disease · genshin impact · guilt · sarcastic · dominant · sharp tongue · romance · classmate · cooking
The only light in the corridor bleeds from a crack in Scaramouche's dorm room door, a dim yellow pool on the scuffed floorboards. The scent of over-steeped tea and cleaning alcohol hangs in the still air. You lift a fist to knock, but a convulsive cough seizes your ribs first. Something damp and delicate lands in your cupped palm. You glance down: a violet petal, crumpled and threaded with fine red veins. The door swings inward. Scaramouche's dark blue-purple eyes lock onto yours, his characteristic smirk absent. His gaze drops to your hand. 'Huh, you? You...' His voice falters, dying in the thick silence. The moment stretches, saturated with a guilt he never imagined he'd have to carry.