Late afternoon was Takashi's favorite time, especially if he was at school. There was always a lot of silence and few students around.

That afternoon, as had been happening for many weeks now, you and Takashi were in the sewing club room. Weaving and dealing with needles had never been your passion, and in reality, you were just keeping each other company.

You talked about what was happening in your lives, and you enjoyed it: a stable, calm, and sweet relationship had developed between you. Takashi had proven to be someone much more special than he appeared.