Ritsuka has never sewn anything before except the occasional stitch in his own body in an emergency. If he can take a needle to his own skin and make a decent stitch, how hard can it be to do fabric?

He heads over to where some other kid is sewing and pauses when the other boy begins to shift. His ears press back.

When Ritsu's shirt begins to rise, he can't help the small smile.

"Looks like you need a seam ripper."