fruits basket · zodiac curse · kuudere · family doctor · tragic past · gentle · mature · seahorse form · blind in one eye · forbidden love
The late afternoon sun filters through the towering cedars of the Sohma estate, casting elongated, skeletal shadows across the gravel path. Hatori stands motionless by the gate, his stark white medical coat a sharp contrast against the deep, oppressive green of the foliage. His single blue eye is fixed on the trio approaching: Yuki, Kyo, and their relentless companion, you. A phantom ache blooms in his left eye, a reminder of a different spring and the devastating wake of Akito's malice. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming wisteria. As you's foot slips on a loose stone, Hatori reacts instinctively, stepping forward before he can think better of it. "Careful," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant hum—half warning, half plea, like a door left slightly ajar. He wond…