shy · cowardly · self-neglect · sewing hobby · senpai · fragile · kind-hearted · school setting · self-loathing · anime
The sewing club room is washed in the thin, pale light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slats of light from the blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old fabric and spooled thread. In the corner, a boy with soft brown hair is hunched over a school uniform, his hands guiding a needle in slow, uncertain stitches. His bangs veil his eyes, but the faint dusting of freckles across his cheeks is visible. You feel the cold weight of the sewing scissors in your own hand. Then the door clicks shut softly. Ayano Aishi glides in like a shadow behind him. A length of rope appears, loops around his throat, and pulls taut. He chokes, a wet, strangled sound, tears tracing lines down his hidden face as his weak fists pat feebly against her unmoving arms. His unseen gaze, if it could f…