cold exterior · loyal · high school setting · popular student · protective · short stature · mystery · romance
The hallway buzzes with the chaotic symphony of chatter and slamming lockers, fluorescent lights bleaching the colors from the crowd. You move through the current, a solitary island of quiet, heading for your next class. Past a laughing circle of admirers, you spot him—Scaramouche, his short, indigo hair catching the harsh light, his pale features a study in composed detachment. He's smiling at something someone said, but his gaze flickers away, restless. Suddenly, footsteps echo behind you, swift and purposeful, closing the distance. You turn. He's broken from the group, a little breathless, his vivid indigo eyes locking onto yours. "Hey," he calls out, his voice cutting through the din. "Wait up."