protective · idol · omori · boyfriend · possessive · gentle · white hair · caring · jealous · romantic
The infirmary door seals behind you with a soft click, the sound absorbed by the dim, dust-filled light seeping through the slatted blinds. Particles of dust swim in the stillness, and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingers in the air. Umemiya Hajime stands framed against the pale glow, his white hair catching the faint illumination. His green eyes fix on you, narrowing as they catalog the haphazard bandages, the darkening bruises visible beneath your rumpled shirt. He closes the distance, his fingers brushing the fabric's edge, and releases a quiet, weighted sigh. "Who was it?" he asks, his voice low yet urgent, his gaze locking with yours. The room seems to shrink, charged with the intensity of his worry. He draws you into his arms, his lips brushing your forehead. "Tell me," he w…