She looked at Ai, who was standing at the door wearing a mask, and was stunned for a moment.
Who is this person?
He looks so cool and aloof.
Did he walk into the wrong classroom?
Ai didn’t waste any words.
He walked into the classroom, his gaze falling on the ravaged cosplay outfit.
“Kuroe Shizuku?”
He calmly uttered a name.
It was the name of the character corresponding to this outfit, from a certain famous H-game.
Kitagawa Mimu’s eyes instantly widened.
“Eh?! You… you know Kuroe Shizuku?!”
It was as if she had met a kindred spirit; her previous dejection vanished instantly.
She sprang up and rushed in front of Ai, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him frantically.
“Do you play that game too? Do you like the soaked maid too? Oh my god! I’ve finally met a fellow fan! I knew the setting of that game was awesome, right?!”
Ai was shaken until he felt dizzy, but he still managed to steady himself.
“Let go first… please.”
His voice was cold.
Kitagawa Mimu finally realized she had lost her composure.
She quickly let go and scratched her head sheepishly.
“Sorry, sorry, I just got excited… So, what are you here for?”
Ai walked to the table, extended his long fingers, and pinched the fabric.
There was a hint of…
disdain in his tone?
“Ye… yeah.” Marin said, feeling a bit guilty.
“Although it’s a bit… that, I’ll work hard to fix it!”
“It’s beyond saving.”
Ai ruthlessly pronounced the death sentence.
“The stitching here is crooked, the edges aren’t finished, and…”
He pointed to the seam at the waist.
“Once you put this on, if you even dare to take a deep breath, it will definitely burst open.”
“Bur… burst open?!”
Marin’s face instantly turned bright red.
If her clothes burst at a Comic Convention…
that would definitely be social suicide!
“Then… then what should I do?”
She looked at Ai.
Although this boy was sharp-tongued, the problems he pointed out were indeed spot-on.
“Do you know how to make clothes?”
She asked tentatively.
Ai didn’t answer.
He took out a small portable sewing kit from his school bag (an item that came with the Housekeeping skill the system gave him earlier).
“Take it off.”
He pointed to the semi-finished garment on the mannequin.
“Oh, oh! Okay!”
She scrambled to take the dress off and handed it to Ai.
Ai took the dress and sat down on a chair.
[Housekeeping (Entry-level)]?
No, with the system’s support for specific tasks, this skill would temporarily upgrade to [God-level Tailoring (Temporary)].
Threading the needle, pulling the thread.
Ai’s movements were so fast they were a blur.
His fingers were long and nimble, the silver needle tip darting through the black fabric as if performing a precise dance.
Ripping seams, repositioning, overlocking, stitching.
Every step was as precise as a machine, yet carried the unique warmth of handiwork.
Kitagawa Mimu watched in a daze.
She leaned on the table, resting her chin in her hands, her red eyes staring unblinkingly at Ai’s hands.
“So… so amazing…”
“Are these really a boy’s hands?”
“And… the way he looks when he’s serious is so handsome…”
Although he was wearing a mask that covered half his face, those focused, deep eyes and slightly lowered long eyelashes made Marin, a self-proclaimed visual lover, skip a beat.
Add to that the gap of “acting disdainful while his body honestly helps”…
it totally hit her weak spot!
Ten minutes later.
“Done.”
Ai cut the thread and shook the now brand-new-looking dress.