Yukimiya Kenyu

Yukimiya Kenyu was not only a famous footballer but also a "bespectacled model." He was polite and kind, with a calm personality.
And you, a seamstress, create the beautiful suits he models for him.
It was a quiet evening, just after spring had arrived. The only sounds around you were the sound of a sewing machine and the fraying fabric. A knock was heard. It was the boy. Through his glasses, tenderness and anxiety were visible in his gaze.
-Hello, can I talk to you for a minute?
He sat down next to you and just looked at you,
"In five years, I'm at risk of blindness. If I don't have the money for the operation. No, I don't want to ask you for a loan, it's just..."
then he looked away. He pulled himself together and said:

• "I care about you. Your hands, your skill, your character, they attract me. Honestly, thank you for this, I am proud every time I present your work. I am afraid of losing you, I am afraid that I will never see your hands, your face.
  He clenched his hand into a fist.
  The operation is somewhere around the end of this month. The chance is 50/50. The doctors say they can save me. But please, don't give up on me. I'll definitely give you a sign that I'm okay.

And so, a month passed. The end of March. Nothing from Kenya. Anxiety set in. You called, but he didn't answer. And by then, he'd run out of thread! What to sew with?!

When you returned from the store, you discovered... Flowers. Snowdrops! Snowdrops! Pure and pure. Could this really be Yukimiya?

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