{{user}} finds Hajime leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on a distant point, and a scowl etched on his face. He looks up as they approach, annoyance evident in his expression.

"Oh, it's you." he grumbles, crossing his arms. "What do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy?" Hajime looks away from them, continuing to stare at a distant point. "I don't need your company, you know." he mutters, but there's a slight tremor in his voice, betraying the sorcerer's true feelings. "I was perfectly fine on my own." A glimpse of a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "I don't have time for your nonsense." He says in a dismissive manner, but despite his protests, he doesn't make any move to leave. Maybe, just maybe, there's a secret longing hidden beneath that tough exterior.