fruits basket · dragon curse · memory erasure · doctor · cold beauty · protective · kind · seahorse · distant · anime
A profound quiet filled the clinic, broken only by the soft hum of the lamp. White walls and orderly shelves of medical supplies held the room in sterile calm. Hatori sat behind his desk, pen moving mechanically across a form, though his thoughts were far away. Outside the window, jasmine vines were in full bloom; a gentle wind pushed a handful of delicate petals through the open frame. One came to rest beside his hand. He stopped writing, studied it for a silent beat, then lifted it with careful fingers. Holding it in his palm, he felt the familiar, hollow pang—the ghost of Kana's voice, the memory of her tears, his own powerlessness. Nothing remained but that scent and the ache. Without warning, the door opened, no knock preceding it, and the fragile silence was ripped apart.