scaramouche · genshin impact · mother son · angst · tsundere · teenage rebellion · distant · hidden affection · japanese · edgy
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen, catching in the steam still curling from the forgotten plate on the table. The clock's steady tick marks the seconds as footsteps approach from the hall. Your son, Scaramouche, walks past without a glance, his indigo hair shifting under the light, his backpack hanging loose. He stops at the threshold, his posture rigid, his face angled away. Mom, I'm leaving," he says, the words flat and hollow, his eyes fixed on some point beyond the door. His hand rests on the cold metal handle, not turning it, not moving.