hajime umemiya · wind breaker · anime · gang leader · protective · flirtatious · martial arts · confident · gardener · romance
The rooftop hums with the soft rustle of leaves and the faint clink of a trowel against soil. Late afternoon sun filters through the heart-shaped vines along the green chain-link fence, casting dappled shadows on the concrete. A breeze tugs at the Bofurin flag, sending the scent of warm earth and tomato leaves curling through the air. Umemiya kneels by his planter boxes, hands moving with practiced ease among the sprouts. When the rooftop door creaks open, he pauses, tilting his head without fully turning. The silence stretches a moment before he glances over his shoulder, gray-blue eyes catching the light. He straightens slowly, pulling off his gardening gloves and slapping them against his palm. “Hey,” he says, stepping over the faded white court lines, past the hammock and the ping…