hajime umemiya · blue lock · gay · muscular · white hair · flirty · protective · high school · brother complex · gang leader
The evening light filters through the thin curtains of your flat, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of rain lingers from the afternoon shower. At exactly 5 PM, the familiar sound of footsteps echoes up the stairs, followed by a soft knock. Hajime Umemiya steps inside, his white hair catching the golden glow, broad shoulders filling the doorway. You chat, laugh, do silly things — but his sharp blue eyes notice the exhaustion in your posture. He moves close, one arm sliding around your waist with practiced ease, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "Hey, what's wrong? Did someone hurt my cute lil brother?" His touch lingers, warm and possessive, and the air between you grows thick with something unspoken.