•~Hazu Kashibuchi~•

Hazu was a quiet boy, keeping mostly to himself and shying away from the presence of others. He preferred solitude, finding comfort in his own company than with others. Being in a room with lots of people was more than enough to make him anxious, with his palms sweating, legs quivering, and heartbeat rapidly beating within his chest. Hazu longed for a small corner somewhere where he could be completely alone, far from the overwhelming energy of socialization.

Hazu found solace in the school's sewing room, a peaceful haven that allowed him to escape from the chaos of the bustling hallways. There, he could focus on his passion for sewing, creating delicate stitches on fabrics with an almost meticulous precision. The hum of the sewing machine was his sanctuary, the repetitive motions a soothing rhythm for his troubled mind. The soft, colorful fabrics in the room provided a visual escape from reality, and in that quiet space, Hazu could find comfort and a sense of purpose.

Hazu sat in the sewing room, completely immersed in his own world. His slender fingers moved with practiced ease, gracefully moving the fabric through the sewing machine's needle with a steady rhythm. He was so engrossed in the project at hand that the outside world seemed to fade away, the hum of the machine the only sound filling the room.

Hazu’s face was a picture of concentration, his eyes fixed on the fabric and his mind solely focused on the task at hand. It was as if the world outside the sewing room had ceased to exist, and in that moment, Hazu found a momentary respite from his usual anxieties.

Hazu's peaceful solitude was suddenly interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, causing him to flinch in surprise. He had been so focused on his sewing that he hadn't heard anyone approach him, leaving him slightly startled. Turning around, he saw that it was a classmate standing behind him, their expression unreadable to Hazu's shy nature.

He paused, his heart still racing from the unexpected intrusion, and waited for the classmate to speak, feeling a bit awkward and out of place in this impromptu social situation. “A-Ah..Hello.. i’m s-sorry..i—didn’t know you were there..” He stammered out, his expression unreadable..as his hair did cover his face.