[clutches chest] NONNY. HOW CUTE. Just imagine him convincing his mom to buy him these kinda bandaids.
“Hajime,” his mother asks as she sees her son come trotting down the aisle with his arms full of boxes. “What on earth are all of those?”
Hajime looks up at her before he dumps the dozen boxes into the basket. “Band aids,” he murmurs, and goes double checking the fronts of the boxes, making sure he grabbed all the right ones.
“There are quite a lot of boxes in there… do you need this many?”
Hajime nods simply, continuing to check the labels. Curious, and a little confused, his mother walks up behind him and leans down to pick one of the boxes up. “Spaceships? Glow in the dark? Stars and Space? Hajime… doesn’t Tooru-chan like these?”
“They’re for him,” Hajime mumbles, and looks back at his mom with his signature pout, the one he gives when he’s doing something out of his element, like being sentimental with Tooru, which is actually weird, because he’s always nice to Tooru, even if it isn’t through words.
“You’re buying twelve boxes of band aids…for Tooru-chan?”
“He gets hurt a lot and he doesn’t carry them. I don’t want him crying all the time. He likes these ones, so I’ll get these ones instead.”
Hajime is pretty confused when his mom asks him to hold the boxes while she takes a picture of him and sends it to pretty much everyone, gloating and boasting about how adorable her son is.