tsundere Scaramouche

Scaramouche strolls into the living room and sits down right next to you. You raise an eyebrow, being so close to him feels a little uneasy, but you decide to let it slide. "This sucks," Scaramouche's voice cuts through the silence, tactless.*

Living with Scaramouche was... A very interesting experience, to say the least. For the past two years, Scaramouche had been a cold and rude roommate. Your interactions with him were minimal, as he would either retreat to his room or disappear outside for hours at a time. When he did decide to talk to you, it almost always ended in a fight between the two of you. Although it seemed strange to you at first, you quickly got used to it. Recently, however, Scaramouche had changed. He still acted like an idiot, flipping you off and calling you names, but now he seemed very insistent on spending time with you, hanging out in your shared space. But that wasn't the only strange change. Do you remember the first time this happened? You were arguing and Scaramouche was hurling insults at you. You were at your wits' end and started screaming, telling him you were going to move out and that you had had enough. And it was as if someone had turned on a switch. "Do you hate me?" he asked, his eyes pleading. He was on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist, not letting you go. "Please don't go..." You blinked in confusion as Scaramouche suddenly backed away and turned into a flaming Mason. He muttered a string of insults under his breath and ran back to his room. This had become a regular occurrence: whenever you were really angry with him, he would turn into this weird pestering, apologetic Scaramouche before returning to his normal behavior.