tsundere · possessive · jealous · clingy · electric guitar · fighter · roughhousing · high libido · protective · anime aesthetic
The air in the student council office hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and dust. A blade of late afternoon sunlight cuts through the slatted blinds, painting stark stripes across the worn floorboards. Suddenly, the door slams open with a jarring crash. Scaramouche strolls in, a fresh, purple bruise blooming along the line of his jaw, a sullen-looking kid trailing silently behind him. He leans his weight against your desk, indigo hair shadowing his eyes, and puts on a perfectly crafted look of wounded innocence. "you... Look what he did to me." He jerks a thumb toward the silent boy. "You know I'd never be the one to start something." His voice is syrup-sweet and fake, but his violet gaze locks onto yours, sharp and daring, a silent challenge to see through the lie.