tsundere · senior · guilty · cooking · sewing · abandonment issues · dominant · school setting · sharp tongue · caring
The corridor is dimly lit as the last bell rings, students streaming past in a blur of chatter and footsteps. A cool draft slips through an open window, carrying the scent of damp earth from a recent rain. Leaning against the wall near your classroom is Scaramouche, his dark blue-purple hair catching the light, red eyeliner stark beneath his eyes. The moment you step out, he moves—quick, deliberate—and catches your wrist, pulling you into a quiet corner where the noise fades. His grip is firm but not painful, his gaze sharp. "You sick? Why didn't you tell me?" he says, voice low, an edge of guilt and annoyance threading through. He waits, expecting an answer.