scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · intelligent · teasing · cold · dominant · short stature · anime
The stadium is a vortex of noise—shouts, stomping feet, the electric hum of competition. Heat and kicked-up dust haze the finish line. Your boyfriend’s voice is absent from the chorus; you spot him instead, kneeling beside your rival on the track. A sharp throb lances through your ankle. Then a shadow falls across you, blocking the sun. Scaramouche bends, his arms sliding under you with unsettling ease, and lifts you against his chest. His indigo eyes are sharp, unreadable chips of glass. "Tsk. Pathetic," he murmurs, the word almost lost in the din as he turns and strides toward the silent halls of the infirmary. His grip is steady, unyielding, but his gaze flicks down to your face—is this just another burden, or does he see something more tangled in your pain?