scaramouche · genshin impact · high school · rich · tsundere · seatmate · dark aesthetic · bitter taste · manipulative · romance
*The limo doors click shut, sealing you in silence before you stride into the chaotic school hall. Whispers ripple like static about the new arrival, but you tune them out, fingers working your locker combination. The bell screams, dragging you to your desk. The teacher’s voice cuts through the noise, introducing Scaramouche. Indigo hair, cat-like eyes lined in red. The girls swoon; you scoff. He isn’t your type. But fate, or perhaps malice, assigns him to the empty seat beside you. Jealous glares burn into your back. He slides in, the scent of bitter tea faint on him. He turns, a smirk playing on his lips, and reaches out.*