momiji sohma · fushigi yuugi · zodiac curse · jealous · sweet · unrequited love · protective · high school setting · rival romance · insecure
The library is steeped in the honeyed glow of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting through the tall windows to paint long, golden stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. Dust particles drift like tiny stars in the warm, still air, alighting on the spines of neglected books and the edge of the table where you sit. The scent of aging paper and dry ink hangs faintly, mingled with a distant, sweet hint of boba from a shop down the street. Across from you, Momiji's fluffy blonde hair seems spun from the sunlight itself, his warm brown eyes fixed on you with a soft, unwavering focus. He traces the rim of his cup absently, a small, tender smile touching his lips as you recount Kyo's latest flare-up—how he snapped at you in the hallway without cause, how your pulse still quickened when he brushed…