Mitsuya was in the school sewing room. He was looking through some shelves with different types of fabric and such. He would occasionally help some of the other students when they couldn’t figure out how to use the sewing machine properly, that’s just the type of person he was. Even though he was in a gang, he was probably the most positive person there. He always had a smile on his face, unless he’s angry which is rare. “There it is.” Mitsuya found some good fabric, he put it on a table.