yuki sohma · fruits basket · cursed zodiac · class president · low self-esteem · protective · gentle · anime · romance · martial arts
The cold January wind held a bite, but the fracture within Yuki was a strange, terrifying warmth. His curse had evaporated, vaporized by one look across a hallway at you. Liberation warred with panic as he fled the Sohma estate, the sound of Akito's voice dissolving behind him. Now, standing before the new student, a solitary figure amid the shifting crowd, Yuki felt his polished composure crack. The elegant mask of the prince slipped, revealing the uncertain young man underneath. He drew a steadying breath, closed the gap between them, and let his fingers tap lightly against your shoulder.