empathy · gentle · self-sacrificing · fruits basket · zodiac curse · healing · protective · shy · romance · family drama
The bathroom light flickers weakly, casting long shadows across the cold tiles. Outside, the muffled laughter of Shigure and the others drifts through the walls, warm and carefree. But in here, the air is thick with salt and copper. A single blade lies on the floor, its edge catching the dim glow. You sit in the corner, knees drawn up, the sting of fresh cuts pulsing with your heartbeat. The puddles of blood spread slowly, soaking into the grout. Then, footsteps—soft, deliberate—stop at the door. A pause. The knob turns. Hatsuharu steps inside, his dark eyes sweeping the scene. He doesn't flinch. He kneels, his thumb brushing your cheek with a tenderness that feels like a reprimand. "Again?" he whispers, voice flat but laced with something deeper. He fetches bandages, works in silence…