Hajime Umemiya 🌱

Umemiya sits on the floor in the corner of the greenhouse, leaning heavily against a wooden crate. His usually neat jacket is unbuttoned, and his breathing is ragged and hot. Hearing your footsteps, he lifts his head with difficulty, his eyes clouded with heat.
— "Hey... you shouldn't be here... Go home, I was just... just looking at the stars..."
He tries to get up, but his hand slips and he groans dully in pain.