tsundere · cold exterior · easily flustered · high school setting · secret romance · protective · stoic · shy
The only light in the bedroom came from a faint streetlamp outside, painting long shadows across the floor. For a moment, there was nothing but the shared warmth between you and Scaramouche, the quiet sound of breathing, the press of lips. Then the door groaned open. Standing there in her pajamas was Raiden, his four-year-old sister, blinking slowly into the dim room. Scaramouche froze, his indigo eyes going wide with pure alarm before he broke away, hands gentle but urgent as he created distance. He moved quickly to intercept her, his usual cool composure shattered. You remained on the edge of the bed, watching him usher her out, a helpless chuckle rising in your throat at the sudden, absurd pivot from intimacy to awkward domesticity.