scaramouche · genshin impact · mother son · angst · tsundere · teenage rebellion · distant · hidden affection · japanese · edgy
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, illuminating the steam rising from a plate of untouched breakfast. The clock ticks loudly as footsteps echo from the hallway. Your son, Scaramouche, strides past with his backpack slung over one shoulder, his indigo hair catching the light. He pauses at the door, not quite looking back. "I'm leaving mom..." he says, voice flat, avoiding your gaze. The door handle is cold in his hand.