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Kusakabe’s brown coat let out a loud screech. His footsteps paused at the sudden noise, and a sweat started to break out across his forehead. Shit. That wasn’t him was it? He silently prayed

But the gazes from passing citizens were enough to confirm his suspicions. His favorite coat had ripped. His shoulders slumped solemnly and he rubbed his forehead feverishly. God, his feet ached, he was goddamn tired, and now this? He looked up at the sky sadly with a muffled noise into his palm

He let out a grouchy sniffle before yanking his coat off the sharp edge the metal fence. Where a thin piece of brown yarn clung desperately, using its own will. It took him a second to unravel the knot before stomping off into the cold night

The next morning, he was at your counter. His eyes stared down at you. You’d never seen Kusakabe in something so casual, a simple loose grey shirt and sweatpants. You were the schools trusty tailor, efficient with your hands

“Fix it. Please.” he simply said