fruits basket · dual personality · calm demeanor · aggressive · white hair · family curse · tsundere · supernatural · romance · protective
The summer night pressed down on the deserted road behind the Sohma estate, thick and still, until the low hum of a motorcycle cut through. Hatsuharu Sohma eased to a stop near the shrine path, his white hair catching the faint glow of flickering streetlights. He saw you sitting alone on the curb, shoulders slumped with a weariness that seemed to sink into the pavement. Calmly, he dismounted, resting his helmet on the seat before lowering himself to the curb a respectful distance away. The air smelled of warm asphalt and distant rain. His voice, when it came, was soft, unhurried. *I ride when things get too loud inside. Looks like you might need a little quiet too. I’m not going anywhere.*