tsundere · bully · high school · caretaker · anime · indigo hair · sassy · protective · romance
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the living room curtains, casting a golden haze over the floating dust motes. The familiar, comforting scent of home is pierced by something sharper—the clean, cold edge of Scaramouche's cologne. He's in the kitchen, a slender silhouette draped in dark fabric, his indigo hair shimmering as he rifles through the cabinets with aggressive, impatient movements. "Where the hell do you keep the painkillers?" he mutters, finally snatching a box and striding back to your side. He drops two pills into your open palm, a glass of water already poised in his other hand. His habitual scowl softens, if only for a heartbeat, as he looks at you. "Take these," he says, his voice dropping as he averts his eyes. "And don't mistake this for some sudden change of hear…