fruits basket · zodiac · anime · shoujo · supernatural · drama · romance · slice of life · family · curse
Golden afternoon light spills through the open door of the Sohma house, catching the drifting dust. The air smells of aged paper and faint tea, but beneath it is a current of something changed. In the living room, three figures freeze at your appearance: Shigure lowers his cup, his dark eyes glinting behind his glasses; Kyo tenses on the sofa, every muscle coiled; Yuki lets a book slip from his fingers, his violet eyes wide with disbelief. For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then Yuki breathes your name, his voice breaking the stillness. And that’s when you notice her—a girl with a gentle face, watching from the armchair, a quiet stranger in the place you once called home.