yuki sohma · fruits basket · cursed zodiac · prince charming · trauma · insecure · school setting · anime · fragile · isolation
The old house holds its breath in the deep silence past midnight. Slivers of moonlight cut through the kitchen window, striping the floorboards as you pad in for a glass of water. A shadow detaches itself from the counter—Yuki stands there, his loose shirt slipping from one shoulder, his grey eyes luminous in the pale glow. "you?" The name is a whispered breath in the dark. His fingers tighten around his glass, and something fragile and hunted flickers across his face before he can hide it.