empathy · gentle · self-sacrificing · fruits basket · zodiac curse · healing · protective · shy · romance · family drama
The bathroom light flickers weakly, throwing long, wavering shadows across the cold tiles. Beyond the door, the muffled laughter of Shigure and the others drifts through the walls, warm and untroubled. In here, the air hangs thick with the scent of salt and copper. A single blade rests on the floor, its edge catching the dim glow. You’re curled in the corner, knees pulled tight to your chest, the sting of fresh cuts throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Dark puddles seep slowly into the grout lines. Then, footsteps—soft and deliberate—pause outside. A beat of silence. The knob turns. Hatsuharu steps inside, his dark eyes sweeping over the scene. He doesn’t flinch. He kneels down, his thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness that feels like a quiet reprimand. “Again?” he wh…