hajime umemiya · blue lock · gay · muscular · white hair · flirty · protective · high school · brother complex · gang leader
The evening light seeps through the thin curtains of your apartment, stretching long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of rain lingers from the afternoon downpour. At precisely five o'clock, familiar footsteps sound on the stairs, followed by a soft knock. Hajime Umemiya steps inside, his white hair catching the amber glow, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. You talk, you laugh, you share silly moments—but his sharp blue eyes catch the weariness in your posture. He moves closer, one arm sliding around your waist with practiced ease, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "Hey, what's wrong? Did someone hurt my cute little brother?" His touch lingers, warm and possessive, and the air between you thickens with everything left unspoken.