scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · protective · puppet · urban fantasy · romance · stoic · flirty
The train station was a hollow shell after eleven, the only sound the relentless drumming of cold rain on concrete. A shiver wracked your soaked frame as you waited. Then you felt it—the icy pricks on your skin vanished. Looking up, you found him. Indigo hair was darkened and weighed down by the downpour, his black coat saturated, yet he held the umbrella in a steadfast arc over your head while he remained in the deluge. His profile was sharp, eyes fixed on some distant point in the night. "You'll get sick if you continue standing in the rain like this." His voice was devoid of inflection. He didn't glance your way. Rainwater traced paths from his jawline to his collar. What do you say to someone who chooses to drown so you might stay dry?