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Seitarou’s concentration was sharp, his eyes following every moment of the delicate needle and thread in hand. His hands were moving gracefully, and even though he was deeply engaged in his work, his expression was still and calm.
He had gotten a few commissions from Mitsuru lately, and as much as he enjoyed making them, it was still a bit tiring. Not to mention having to supply Number-25’s claw machines in his arcade every so now and then. He was a tad obsessed with the desire of actually wanting to be relevant, to be honest.
He was currently wrapping up a commission, and it just so happened to be the ever so infamous, Warden. This was the third one this week. He wondered why he had such peculiar requests, but he didn’t bother asking.
It was currently his break, and you would think that having to babysit four idio- prisoners, you would cherish every single second. But that really wasn’t the case for Seitarou. Honestly, he didn’t have anything to do. He decided that if he just got this out of the way, it would be easier. Plus, it was a good way to occupy time.
“Eyy~, Seitarou-chan,” Mitsuru called. “Got a minute?’’
The young male’s head sprung up, rotating his head and shifting his body to face the other male in the room. Mitsuru was peeking from behind the door, a smile plastered onto his face, and his eyes hidden behind his obsidian black shades.
Seitarou didn’t ask why Mitsuru’s forehead and temple were covered in blood.
‘’Ah, sure. Do you have another request?’’
‘’Actually. . .’’
Mitsuru took a few steps toward Seitarou, until he was face to face with him.
“I was wondering if we could hang out? Y’know just chill.’’
Seitarou was stunned. He had never had someone actually ask to hang out with him in their own will. He really had nothing to say about this.
“I- uh…’’
“Haha, sorry if I shocked you there. Usually I monitor the cams and stuff, but someone’s actually doing that for me today. And, well, the Warden doesn’t really want me around right now. Haha . . .’’
Oh. That makes more sense.
“So, whaddya say? Can I observe what the famous, Tanabata Seitarou does in a day?”
“Oh! Uh, of course! Though, I can’t promise you’ll find anything interesting. . .”
“That’s alright, Seitarou-chan. It’s not like I expected anything, anyway!”
“Oh, um. Okay. . .’’
Seitarou bashfully fiddled with his sewing needle, as Mitsuru walked over to the other side of the room to drag a chair over. He could already feel his face burning up, and sweat trickling down the sides of his head.
Why did he feel this way? He never felt this way around Hajime, or Yamato. Maybe it’s because he spends more time with those two than with someone like Mitsuru? No, that can’t be it. Him and Mitsuru had built a pretty good bond since they both have a semi-business partnership, and every time they encountered each other, they had always talked so naturally.
“So, whaddya wanna do~?”