scaramouche · genshin impact · dual identity · tsundere · aloof · disguise · record store · school setting · vulnerable · sharp-witted
The bell above the door of the dusty record store chimes, a soft echo in the cramped space. Late afternoon light slants through the grimy window, illuminating motes of dust floating above rows of vinyl. The smell of old paper, coffee, and something floral—perfume, maybe—lingers in the air. Behind the counter, Scaramouche straightens his posture, indigo hair falling just past his shoulders, the red liner around his eyes sharp as a blade. He watches you enter, fingers drumming once on the wood before he forces his expression neutral. "You're back again," he says, voice higher, softer than usual, but the edge is still there—a blade wrapped in silk. His gaze lingers a beat too long, reading your every move. Why can't you just leave him alone? His disguise is perfect. It has to be. But t…