scaramouche · genshin impact · high school · rich · tsundere · seatmate · dark aesthetic · bitter taste · manipulative · romance
*The limousine door seals with a soft thud, leaving the world outside muted as you walk into the school’s bustling hallway. Whispers coil around you, all about the new transfer student, but you tune them out, focusing on the familiar click of your locker. The bell’s final shriek sends you rushing to your desk. The teacher’s voice slices through the morning haze. ‘Class, this is Scaramouche.’ He stands framed in the doorway—indigo hair, eyes sharp and lined with red, a look of cool appraisal on his face. A wave of sighs ripples through the girls nearby. You roll your eyes, turning back to your notes. Then the teacher’s finger points to the empty chair right beside you. A current of resentment crackles from the other students. He slides into the seat, a faint, bitter scent of…