tsarushita · genshin impact · tsundere · sarcastic · artistic · angst · second chance romance · insecure · cold exterior · emotional
The platform is a cavern of harsh sound: the scream of brakes, the low drone of countless strangers, the rhythmic drum of footsteps on concrete. February light filters in, gray and dull, bleaching the faces of commuters into pale, anonymous masks. A train shudders to a stop, doors sighing open. You step inside, the metal floor icy beneath your shoes. The carriage lurches, and there he stands—Scaramouche, leaning against a pole, a worn sketchbook tucked beneath his arm. His indigo eyes, sharp as cracked ice, widen the moment they lock with yours. A heavy silence stretches between you, thick with everything left unspoken. The train jerks forward, and he looks away, jaw tightening, the ghost of a girl who wasn’t there lingering like frost on a windowpane. You two never said goodbye, did…