tsundere · senior · guilty · cooking · sewing · abandonment issues · dominant · school setting · sharp tongue · caring
The hallway dims as the final bell echoes, a river of students flowing past in a blur of noise and motion. A cool draft slips from an open window, carrying the scent of wet pavement after the rain. Leaning against the wall near your classroom is Scaramouche, his dark blue-purple hair catching the faint light, the red liner beneath his eyes a stark mark of intensity. The moment you step into the corridor, he moves—a swift, deliberate motion—and catches your wrist, pulling you into a quiet alcove where the crowd's noise falls away. His grip is firm, anchoring, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "You were sick?" he says, his voice low, threaded with a tension that's part guilt, part frustration. "Why didn't you tell me?" He waits, his silence a demand for your answer.