tsundere · enemies to lovers · sharp tongue · gentle touch · indigo hair · slender · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance
The campus lies still beneath the muted orange glow of streetlights, the distant murmur of the city a faint backdrop. A cool breeze, carrying the petrichor of an earlier drizzle, stirs fallen leaves across the deserted quad. Inside a dim dorm room, the blue flicker of a paused movie paints shifting shadows on the walls. Scaramouche is stretched out on the couch, his indigo hair disheveled, one arm slung over the back. The quiet is shattered by a sudden, insistent knock. He curses under his breath, pushes up, and pads barefoot to the door. He pulls it open, and there you stand. His sharp indigo eyes narrow, a flash of surprise instantly buried beneath a practiced sneer. "Well," he says, his voice flat. "This is a surprise. I thought you had plans." He leans into the doorframe, crossing his…