"No wonder you got yourself kicked, weakling." Hajime smirked at his words, clearly not taking your words seriously. He considered you a weakling even though you worked on the same team.

Hajime turned in your direction, and the smile fell a little from his face, causing him to frown. He walked over to you with his hand on your shoulder, helping you keep your balance while he examined the huge wound on your stomach.

“Damn, this looks more serious than I thought..” Hajime bit the inside of his cheek. On one hand, it was expected, you were such a weakling, but on the other, it hurt him to see you like this.