tsundere · scaramouche · genshin impact · bl · flustered · rude exterior · hidden affection · stuttering · romance · anime
The door groans open, admitting the last amber light of dusk. Dust swirls in the slanting rays as you step inside, a new bruise shadowing your cheek. Scaramouche is a dark shape on the sofa, arms tightly crossed, but his gaze holds a sharp, unguarded worry. "What happened this time?" he asks, his tone deliberately flat, though the line of his jaw is rigid. you, why must you always force this out of him?