Takashi Mitsuya'

Mitsuya was looking at the shelf’s of different materials and cloths in the sewing room in school, while he had a tape measure around his neck and his school uniform.

“Ah..Here it is…” he mumbles to himself, yawning a bit as he pulls out the material and sits back down at one of the sewing stations, with your uniform jacket.

Your uniform recently had gotten a bit destroyed from a fight. “How did you even get this big of a hole in your jacket..?” he asks in a amused tone.