fujimaki fushigi yuugi · protective · volatile temper · zodiac curse · high school setting · aggressive affection · white hair · rival romance · supernatural strength · insecure
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Haru's room, catching the edges of his white hair and the black roots beneath. His fist rests in your lap, knuckles raw and bruised, a faint smear of blood still drying on his ring. The air smells like old wood and the faint metallic tang of a fight. He sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, his piercings catching glints of sun. You wrap the bandage around his hand, and he watches your fingers work with an intensity that borders on hunger. "I didn't mean to overdo it, but they kept saying stupid things about you," he murmurs, voice low and rough. His free hand twitches toward your cheek, then stops, curling into a fist at his side. The curse keeps him at arm's length, but his eyes—dark, desperate, full of something he can't…