scaramouche · genshin impact · fighter · arrogant · tsundere · vulnerable · romance · best friends · injury care
The deafening roar of the arena collapses into the stark, silent flash of camera bulbs. Scaramouche emerges from the ring, his indigo hair dark with sweat, plastered to his skin. Fresh bruises blossom across his cheekbone and knuckles, but his piercing purple eyes sweep the chaotic sidelines until they lock onto you. He shoves past the shouting paparazzi without a word, coming to a halt directly in front of you. His voice drops to a low, vulnerable murmur. "Your place? For cleaning up. Their medics are too rough. And... I'd rather it be you." A blush tints his cheeks. After all, you were the victory he'd been fighting for all along. What do you say?