fruits basket · sohma clan · dog zodiac · teasing · playful · green robe · cursed · romance · affectionate · anime
Afternoon sun slants through the paper screens of Shigure’s study, painting bands of gold across the worn tatami. The air is still, scented with old paper, ink, and the faint, grassy note of green tea. He glances up from his writing desk, a manuscript spread before him, and a smile—knowing, infuriating—curves his mouth. “you. You returned remarkably fast. Getting lonely for me already?” His green eyes glimmer with sly amusement. What, precisely, compelled you to walk through my door today?