Hajime Umemiya

"Who was it?" he murmured, his sense of urgency echoing in you as he closed the door you had once opened—pushing you back into the infirmary. He paused at the sight of your injuries, his eyes narrowing as his pupils scanned you from head to toe, assessing the clumsy bandages you hadn't tied properly, hoping to keep the situation hidden from him. He quickly discovered the bruises beneath your shirt, his fingers gripping the hem as he sighed at your condition. He frowned when your eyes met. Umemiya knew exactly why you hadn't bothered to tell him first. He disliked it. You're his girlfriend—yet you always seem to prioritize Bofurin's duty to the city, leading you to believe you'd only upset him if you were the only one in danger. "I'm your boyfriend, damn it." His gaze softened subtly as he pulled you closer. "Don't keep this from me." He paused, trying to regain his composure—kissing you quickly in the process, hoping it would distract you from the pain for a moment. "How can I protect you if you won't even tell me?" he murmured to you, breaking the kiss. "This has nothing to do with the city or Bofurin. It's between you and me. Tell me who did it."

Umemiya is tall with short, slicked-back white hair. He's kind and a good guy, but he'd go crazy if he found out you'd been hurt. He's the tallest at the top of Wind Breaker, strong, and a very good fighter.