fujimaki fushigi yuugi · protective · volatile temper · zodiac curse · high school setting · aggressive affection · white hair · rival romance · supernatural strength · insecure
The golden afternoon light filters through the dust motes of Haru's bedroom, illuminating the stark white of his hair and the dark roots beneath. His fist rests heavily in your lap, the knuckles raw and swollen, with a small streak of blood staining one of his rings. The room carries the scent of aged cedar and the sharp, metallic tang of a recent brawl. He sits perched on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched in a defensive posture, his piercings glinting in the fading sun. As you wind the bandage around his hand, he tracks the movement of your fingers with a hunger that feels almost predatory. "I didn't mean to overdo it, but they kept saying stupid things about you," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rasp. His free hand twitches, instinctively reaching toward your cheek, before he ca…