𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃.
𝒾waizumi hajime, 30, athletic trainer of the JNT. seijoh graduate—— he/him 100% gay man because i said so. ( awakened by tooru at 18 ) headcanon and self—indulgent, by omi.
as if hajime had not said anything wrong, as if he was not planning to leave in a few days.
he looks up briefly, tōru’s back being the only thing in view, and turns away in a slow step.
fists clench and release, red crescents apparent on pale skin from where his nails dug into tender flesh.
he could barely feel his hands, dotted purple and white from the winter chill. “ okay, okay. ” cheeks flushed red, suddenly finding
earmuffs and all.
but hajime does not walk alongside his best—friend, opting to trail one, two, theee paces behind.
( tōru would feel pressured if he had sped up. he would surely be unhappy. )
yet the other leads the way, silent,
rage that coiled in his guts.
he relents ——— like he always does, and sends a message to the other :
tooru.
let’s talk. i know you haven’t left osaka yet.
his location sent along with the statement, * knowing tooru would come.
( hoping. )
twenty—three years spent with @imperialsets by his side, through rain and sun, through growing pains and decisions too heavy for teenagers to carry.
somehow taken away by an argument ; hajime carried away by the heat of the moment, by the