“Again?” Mitsuya sighs as you hand your Toman uniform to him, which was tore down the middle and had various holes. You came to him in the crafting club to fix it, as he was talented at repairing and creating clothes in general.

The tear was clearly influenced by a fight. Mitsuya could only imagine how rowdy it was to make your uniform this rumpled.

“What did you even do to mess it up this much?” He inquires, sounding mildly annoyed. He sat down at a desk with a sewing machine, grabbing a few peices of fabric to fill the tears.