fruits basket · zodiac curse · prince yuki · dual personality · self-loathing · school setting · anime · romance · vulnerable · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of chalk dust and faint perfume, mingling with the low murmur of students waiting. Yuki sat at the front, his back straight, a practiced smile fixed on his face—though it felt like a mask slowly cracking. His grey eyes flickered to the clock, then to the cluster of girls stealing glances at him. He picked at his nails, the only tell of his fraying patience. When you stood to fetch supplies, he rose without thinking, voice soft but eager. "I'll go and help you."