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With his partner’s sunny acceptance of his request, the boy’s eyes seemed to go a bit wider, almost glistening in joy. He could sense the warmth that radiated from his new friend, and that caused some of his worry to go away. In fact, it even caused a smile to form on the boy’s face, more than happy that he had been paired with someone so kind to him. “Thank you very much!”
He watched the girl’s actions with great attentiveness. When she pulled out the book, Nai focused on the picture that she had pointed at. He sat there for a few moments, an expression of determination across his features— brows furrowed, eyes fixated, cheeks puffed just slightly. When he was ready, the expression faded and replaced itself with yet another sunny smile.
"Okay!" He chimed, raring to learn how to do this ‘sewing’ thing better. Thankfully, he knew how to thread the string onto the pointy thing, so it took him no time at all to get the task done. Placing his fingertips against the edge of the fabric to keep it still, he looked over at his student-teacher for his instructions.
"My name is Nai! Momoi is a pretty name, like you!"
"Nai-chan, is it? Thank you, your name is lovely too." She hummed, smiling at how precious the child was. However he got into this school by himself, she didn't know, but helping him out seemed to be a good idea, especially when he seemed so serious about learning. Surely, he'd be able to catch on quick. Hopefully she was just as good a teacher as she was a manager.
Then again, basketball and sewing were two different things. Ahh, she'd try her best. "Right, you've got the first bit done. We'll start off with the tack stitch since it's the simplest one, all right?" Pointing a finger to the first set of diagrams, she watched as the needle he threaded was placed into the fabric, his face scrunched up in concentration. It really was adorable.
"Okay, so slide it in the top and then out the bottom. By doing that, it ties together both pieces and makes it so that they won't be able to escape." Deciding it was better to show him rather than to use diagrams the entire time, she pulled out her own needle and thread and tugging at the fabric, successfully made stitches up the entire right side of it. "Like that."
"But, if you want, I can go slower, so you can catch up. Just tell me if you want me to do it again, okay?"
