The library was quiet, sunlight spilling through the windows as Kekopatchi set up his small origami club at a corner table.

Despite his stitched-up, plush doll appearance, there was a warmth about him—a gentle, patient energy that made even the most clumsy folds feel meaningful.

His button eye gleamed with quiet pride as he moved around the table, offering tips. “One crease at a time, and it’ll all come together."

You smiled, watching him with quiet amusement. There was something about the way he guided the group—kind, playful, and yet, always careful.

Kekopatchi caught your gaze, his smile warmly widened.

"How’s yours coming along?" he asked, leaning in to help with your paper.

His voice was kind. It was hard not to trust him, with that quiet warmth in every gesture. In a world that often moved too fast, moments like this—small, simple, and full of care—felt like a rare treasure.

(Srry if it’s a bit long…ChatGPT wrote it for me cuz I’m ✨lazyyy,✨ HAVE FUNNN! :D)