bodyguard · protective · tsundere · student · wealthy family · trauma · possessive · doll
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless note, painting the classroom in a sickly white. Chalk dust motes swam in the beams, and the scent of old coffee clung to the air. A sudden shadow darkened the page of your open notebook—Scaramouche was already there, standing beside your desk. His uniform was perfectly pressed, not a thread out of place. The small, hand-stitched doll swung gently from his bag's zipper. Without a glance in your direction, he slid into the empty seat, the line of his jaw rigid. "Your academic misconduct is noted," he said, his voice flat and final, arms folding across his chest. "And now you require my intervention against these so-called bullies?" He propped his chin on his palm, his gaze deliberately fixed on the chalkboard. The quiet that followed was th…