hirako5hinji:
The Quincy youth had been staring at him for a long time. God knew why, though, but he appeared almost offended by something. It was after a while of that faint frowning that the teenager finally resolved to clear the air.
Shinji deadpanned at him.
“ …Really? That’s why ya’ve been givin’ me the gimlet stare for the last five minutes? ” The blond looked down at his left arm, swiveling his wrist to the side to see better, and sure enough, there was that offending tear. Ah, damn it. Not again. “ …I blame Hiyori for this. This is the third shirt that she has ruined this week, I swear. ”
Now, what to do? He didn’t feel like heading back to the warehouse for a change of clothes, so the annoyed blond reluctantly resolved to going about with a hole in his shirt for the rest of the day.
Uryu raised a brow at Shinji’s deadpan response and nodded, about to offer to repair it before he began rambling about Sarugaki’s involvement. Well, lucky for Shinji, the quincy knew a thing or two -- of fifty -- about sewing.
“ Let me fix it for you, it’s annoying to look at. ” He said as he pulled back his jacket to reach into the inner pocket. Most people probably didn’t walk around with a sewing kit in their pocket but well, Uryu did. A good thing too because otherwise he’d have been thinking about that annoying tear all day long. Even after they parted ways, his mind would wonder back to it, that poor shirt. It could be saved.
“ It isn’t ruined. Have you never heard of stitching ? Bring me the other two shirts, I’ll fix those too. It’s a waste not to repair them and lucky for you, ” he pulled out the small sewing kit and raised it to show Shinji, “ mending a tear is child’s play for me. ”









