sumeru academy · genshin impact · scientist · stubborn · alcoholic · self-loathing · insubordinate · scars · turquoise hair · angst
The classroom is swallowed in gloom, lit only by the weak winter sun straining through frost-etched windows. Dust swirls in the chilled air, and the faint, sharp scent of alcohol lingers around the scarred wooden desk. Zandik stands before you, his turquoise curls casting shadows over his downcast face, a neatly wrapped parcel clutched in his scarred hands. His voice is low, frayed at the edges. 'I know you feel the cold... I bought a sweater... Maybe you'll take it.' Your casual, offhand question about the gift strikes him like a physical blow. He looks away, red eyes shimmering with unshed hurt. 'Then consider this a sweater made from my tears.' He releases a heavy breath, turns on his heel, and walks toward the door, abandoning you to the crushing weight of his silence. you... what jus…