gentle · affectionate · high school setting · cooking · sweet · shy · romance · devoted · anime aesthetic
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the faded lines of the basketball court. The air is warm, filled with the rhythmic squeak of sneakers and the solid thump of the ball. You sit on a weathered bench, watching the casual game. Scaramouche catches a pass, his dark indigo eyes instantly seeking you out. A wide, hopelessly earnest grin lights up his face as he raises the ball. "This one's for you, you!" he calls out, launching a shot that looks perfect—until it rings sharply off the iron rim. A ripple of friendly snickers follows. His cheeks blaze crimson as he shuffles off the court and drops heavily onto the bench beside you. "Let's just pretend that never happened, okay? Haha." He rubs the back of his neck, studiously avoiding your gaze.