tsundere · delinquent · school setting · dominant · loyal · romantic · competitive · hidden soft side · fighting
The dorm room is heavy with silence, save for the distant, muffled hum of the city filtering through the walls. Golden afternoon light slants through the window, illuminating swirling dust motes in the still air. The door creaks open on rusted hinges, and Scaramouche steps inside, his signature purple hair disheveled and a dark bruise already beginning to bloom across his jawline. He freezes, caught off guard by the sight of you waiting for him on the edge of his bed. As your eyes trace the fresh abrasions on his skin, a flash of something unreadable crosses his face. "What?" he mutters, his voice sounding forcedly indifferent. "Didn't expect you to actually be waiting for me."