tsundere · god complex · artist · school setting · pansexual · jealous · rude · hidden affection · musician
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzzed overhead, washing the polished floor in a cold, sterile light. A sketchbook lay splayed open on the tiles, its pages fanned out like fallen leaves, surrounded by scattered drawings—each one a meticulous study of the same person. Scaramouche stood motionless, his indigo eyes wide with shock, his pale hand still suspended where the book had slipped from his grasp. The air carried the scent of chalk and lemon-scented wax, but all he could feel was the metallic taste of panic. He watched, frozen, as you knelt down, your fingers grazing the edge of a page. His heart hammered against his ribs. He snatched the book back before you could speak, crushing it to his chest as if it were a shield. His jaw clenched, and he forced his gaze away, but…