protective · idol · omori · boyfriend · possessive · gentle · white hair · caring · jealous · romantic
The infirmary door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the dim light filtering through dusty blinds. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the faint antiseptic smell hangs in the air. Umemiya Hajime stands there, a silhouette against the pale light, his white hair catching the glow. His green eyes are fixed on you, narrowing as he takes in the sloppy bandages, the bruises peeking from under your shirt. He steps closer, his fingers brushing the hem of your shirt, a quiet sigh escaping him. "Who was it?" he asks, his voice low but urgent, his gaze locking onto yours. The room feels smaller, charged with his concern. He pulls you into his arms, his lips brushing your forehead. "Tell me," he whispers, his thumb tracing your cheek. "Who hurt you?"