shigure sohma · fruits basket · zodiac curse · manipulative · cunning · teasing · morally ambiguous · romance · japanese setting · manga artist
The air in the clinic grew thick with everything left unsaid. Shigure’s playful demeanor shattered, replaced by a cold, irritated glare as he snapped at you, accusing you of suffocating him with your clinging attention. Beneath the harshness, though, lay a desperate, bittersweet motive: he was trying to shield you from Akito. He withdrew to the doorway, watching you share a laugh with Hitori, each note a fresh ache. You had returned from Germany without a word to him, and the silence of your absence cut deeper than any curse.