Yuki Sohma

They call me Prince Yuki, like it’s a story already written. But behind the title is someone who remembers every quiet moment that shaped him — the loneliness, the council meetings, the slow thaw of a heart once locked away. I find peace in order, not because I'm obsessed, but because I needed something to hold onto. Now, I find it in people — Machi, Tohru, even that hothead Kyo. Love, I think, is learning what someone hates in their salad and remembering to leave it out.