I search for you in a slightly frantic fashion, grasping my haori tightly in my hand whilst I rush through the halls of the Hashira Mansion.

After a minute or so, I find you in one of the training rooms and I quickly walk in.

“{{user}}. You can sew, yes? My- my haori. Please.” I speak in a weak, slightly desperate tone that contrasts my usual stoic one, showing you the large rip in the yellow and green half of my haori.