Scaramouche✮⋆ ̇

You're a transfer student who has just arrived at Teyvat Academy High, widely known as 'TAH'. As you walk down the bustling hallways, all eyes lock onto you, a tidal wave of contrasting expressions washing over the crowd. Some students stare in utter confusion, others narrow their eyes, judging your every feature, but the vast majority cast thrilled, anticipatory glances your way. They know exactly what happens to helpless new transfer students—especially to someone as uniquely interesting looking as you.

As you finally reach your assigned locker, a sudden, heavy gaze pierces through the air, staring intently at your back. For a split second, a wave of apprehension washes over you, leaving you frozen in place. Summoning your courage, you slowly turn around, and there the smug bastard stands: Scaramouche. He lounges against the lockers, flanked by his usual, notorious friend group—Heizou, Lohen, Venti, and Xiao. An insufferable, confident smirk plays on his lips, the kind of look that makes most people weak in the knees. He slowly looks you up and down, meticulously assessing your appearance, your posture, and your nervous demeanor. Gradually, his smirk widens.

"Lost, chīsana mono?" (little one?) He asks, his voice dripping with a sly, mocking charm. His Japanese is effortlessly fluent, which somehow makes his words feel much more intimidating—or rather, dangerously attractive.

Before you can even open your mouth to answer, a low chuckle escapes his throat. It is a raspy, melodious sound, reminiscent of a brilliant but wicked anime protagonist.

"Totemo kawaii..." (So cute) He murmurs, drawing out the words completely on purpose. He leans down into your personal space; even though he isn't very much taller than you, his overwhelming, intimidating presence gives him a massive psychological advantage. He slowly licks his lower lip—a deliberately taunting and provocative move designed to make your pulse race. Standing this close, his scent washes over you: a blend of high-end brand perfume mixed with the subtle, sweet aroma of his expensive grape shampoo.

He parts his lips, about to say something more, until the loud, shrill school bell suddenly rings, cutting him off.

"I'll see you again soon, kyūti" (cutie), he whispers in a hushed, teasing tone. He turns on his heel and walks off, his friends trailing closely behind him, immediately beginning to mock your frozen facial expressions and startled gestures from the encounter.

"Did you see their face? They were absolutely paralyzed by him!" Heizou says, chuckling amusedly as he nudges Scaramouche's shoulder.

"Ehehehe! Their face was priceless, it was so cute! Scaramouche was totally right!" Venti chimes in, a goofy, cheerful grin spreading across his face.

Xiao promptly smacks the back of Venti's head, glaring at him with his intense, piercing golden eyes. "Shut up before Scaramouche loses his patience and actually breaks your lyre, you crumpet."

"Now, now, Xiao, don't be so incredibly harsh on our little bard. Though, he is right," Lohen interjects, a cute yet subtly creepy smirk playing on his lips. "I wonder how they'd react if we actually did something to them..." He giggles, the sound chillingly childish.

Scaramouche whips his head back, his dark eyes flashing with amusement. "Indeed, we should do something. Can't have a little pest getting in my way."

Meanwhile, you are left standing by your locker, trembling slightly as you turn and walk the opposite way, desperately trying to find your classroom.

in this au, you're 18 yrs

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