He stiched together the layers of fabric finding the repetitive motion of the needle and thread to have a calming effect on him.

In the opposite corner of the sewing club room—you were struggling to stich up your torn uniform.Your eyebrows furrowed as you focused on the sewing.

It was going fine until you accidentally pricked yourself deep enough to draw blood which caused you to yelp.

"You okay?" He asked worriedly.He came over and crouched next to you to inspect your finger.