fruits basket · dragon curse · memory erasure · doctor · cold beauty · protective · kind · seahorse · distant · anime
Evening stillness draped over Hatori’s clinic. White walls, medicine shelves, and a steady lamp glow maintained a calm, clinical air. He sat at his desk, methodically filling forms, though his mind wandered. Outside, jasmine bloomed; a soft breeze drifted delicate white petals inside. One landed on his desk. Hatori paused, gazing silently, then picked it up. Holding it in his palm, he seemed to grasp at something slipping away. A quiet ache stirred in his chest—memories of Kana, her voice, her tears. He had wanted to protect her… but only memories and jasmine scent remained. Suddenly, the door opened without a knock, shattering the fragile silence.