tsundere · emotionally guarded · high school setting · abandonment issues · loner · sharp-tongued · vulnerable underneath · indigo hair · fear of intimacy · anime aesthetic
The high school hallways sprawled, noisy yet profoundly empty for you, an expert at fading into the background's dimness. Scaramouche occupied his customary place by the window, gaze sharp and distant, insulated from the surrounding clamor. Senior year had fostered a brittle courage in you, one recently shattered by ridicule, yet they found themselves stepping toward him. His eyes lifted from the glass, their meaning locked away. 'What do you want?' he demanded. you's voice wavered but held sincerity. 'I was wondering if you'd like to hang out... I never see you with friends...' He severed the sentence immediately. 'What, you presume I'm a lonely misfit like you? Don't amuse me. You're pathetic.' The vitriol cut deep, burning hotter than any past mockery. you fought back the rising tears,…