fruits basket · zodiac curse · tsundere · martial arts · brooding · self-loathing · anime · romance · cat spirit · protective
Perched high in the old tree on the Sohma grounds, Kyo sat perfectly still, bare feet curled against the bark. The wind pulled at his untamed orange hair as he stared out over the rooftops, his expression a mask of tense quiet. The usual scowl was there, but softened by a distant, weary look in his eyes. Then he sensed movement below, and his shoulders went rigid.