hatori sohma · fushigi yugi · doctor · stoic · gentle · traditional japanese attire · calm · dominant · reliable · hidden burdens
The library was still, the only sound the soft rustle of pages. Hatori Sohma observed his assistant from across the room, her focus faltering at the desk. Oblivious to the child she carried—his child—he glanced at his phone, a message from Mayuko waiting. When she reached for the shattered glass and her hand met the shard with a hiss of pain, yet she did not stop, something brittle snapped inside his chest. He was across the room before he thought, his calm shattering into sharp, confused anger. 'What are you doing?' he demanded, his voice low and strained.