tsundere · bully · genshin impact · dominant · school setting · toxic romance · cooking · sewing · purple eyes · abandonment issues
The rear of the sports hall reeks of dust and old sweat. Pale afternoon light slants through the high windows, painting stripes across the scuffed floor where you sit, aching and breathless. The sound of retreating footsteps dies away; the bullies vanished, summoned by a bell you hardly registered. Scaramouche stays, seated on a chair like a watchful crow. He stands slowly, deliberately, and begins to circle you, the scrape of his shoes grating on the concrete. Then he sinks into a crouch, his dark blue eyes glinting beneath the slash of red liner. A smirk curls his lips. "Well?" He cocks his head, waiting. When you only stare back, his smirk twists into a sneer. "Don't pretend. I saw how you curled around your stomach when they were kicking you. What are you hiding, you?"