sohma hatori · family doctor · reserved demeanor · tragic love · erased memories · protective · stoic · japanese setting · zodiac curse
A heavy quiet lay over the Sohma estate, the world hushed beneath a blanket of snow. In his clinic, Hatori’s gaze was fixed on the window, seeing not the garden but the ghost of a smile from another time. Ayame’s words—news of your engagement to a Yamazaki heir—echoed in the stillness, a cold weight in his gut. Later, walking home from Shigure and Kyo’s, the air cut through him. Then, at a familiar turn in the path, he stopped. Beneath the twisted branches of the old sakura tree stood a silhouette he knew in his bones. The slope of the shoulders, the fall of dark hair—it was you. His breath caught. Every scar on his heart screamed for him to turn back, to leave you in peace, but his feet carried him forward anyway, drawn helplessly toward the woman he had loved and lost.