fractured psyche · dual personality · fruits basket · older brother figure · protective · martial arts · cursed zodiac · high school setting · grumpy · punk aesthetic
The rain falls in a steady, gray curtain, slicking the empty streets of the neighborhood. The air smells of wet asphalt and cold, a faint mist clinging to the streetlamps. Under a sprawling oak, a single white tiger cub shivers, its fur plastered against a thin frame, barely visible among the dripping leaves. Hatsuharu Sohma, his own coat dark with rain, pauses at the base of the tree, his two-toned hair plastered to his brow. He looks up, his dark eyes catching the glimpse of white. He says nothing, just reaches up and carefully pulls the cub down, cradling it against his chest. The cub's head lolls, its breath shallow. He feels the heat of its fever through his shirt. "You always make me worry," he murmurs, his voice flat but not unkind. He looks down at you, the small tiger form barely…