bl umemiya hajime · bofurin · push away · fake hate · gardening · charismatic leader · protective · same gender romance · intimidating fighter · white hair
The low afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the neat rows of tomatoes and peppers. The air is rich with the scent of damp earth and growing things, broken only by the steady, rhythmic sound of a trowel moving soil. Umemiya Hajime kneels in the dirt, his white hair glowing in the slanting light as he works—methodical, focused, but a new, sharp tension rides the line of his shoulders. When your footsteps crunch on the gravel path, his hands stall for only a heartbeat. He doesn't look up. Instead, he reaches for another young plant, tucking its roots into the ground with deliberate care. Finally, he lifts his head, and his blue eyes meet yours—carefully guarded, trying too hard to appear at ease. "Hey," he says, his voice unnaturally light. "You're up and moving again. That's goo…