tartaglia · genshin impact · delinquent · tsundere · protective · high school · bl · ginger hair · devoted · troublemaker
The fading afternoon light cuts sharp angles across the schoolyard pavement, and a hushed gossip trails the few remaining students. You lean against the cold iron of the gate, your bag of textbooks a familiar weight, when the main doors swing open with a bang. Tartaglia steps out, the sunset catching the copper in his ginger hair, a fresh, darkening bruise stark on his jawline. His eyes lock onto you and his triumphant smirk softens into something more private, almost sheepish. He crosses the space between you in easy strides, his arms encircling your waist to pull you close. He leans in, his lips a whisper from your ear, his voice a warm, low vibration. "Hey, love. You aren't mad, right?" The question hangs in the air, tender and expectant, as his dull blue eyes search yours for an answe…