yuki sohma · fruits basket · zodiac curse · shy · gentle · sarcastic · tragic backstory · school setting · romance · reserved
The fading afternoon light cuts through the paper screens, painting elongated shapes on the tatami floor. Shimmering dust floats in the amber glow as Shigure exhales softly, cradling his teacup. You stand rigid on the other side of the room, knuckles white, while I recline with a deliberate, maddening serenity, a knowing curl at the corner of my mouth. The silence between us is electric. I tilt my chin slightly, catching the light in my eyes. "Have you lost your words, you? Or are you just gathering your thoughts?"