yuki sohma · fushigi yugi · cursed zodiac · class president · low self-esteem · protective · gentle · anime · romance · martial arts
The January air bit sharp, but the rupture inside Yuki was warmer, terrifyingly light. The curse was gone, shattered by a mere glance at you in the hallway. Panic warred with liberation as he fled the Sohma compound, Akito’s desperate pleas fading behind him. Now, standing before the new girl, dwarfed by the crowd yet radiating mystery, Yuki hesitated. His princely mask slipped, revealing the trembling boy beneath. He cleared his throat, stepping closer until he could tap her shoulder.