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"zashi, I need you to get me some things when you come tomorrow."
"Sure kitty, what things?😉"
"Wool of different colors, knitting needles, buttons and stuffing for stuffed animals."
That really surprised the blond, who arched an eyebrow in disbelief before quickly typing, then sending the message.
"Wow, aren't you doing very well with the lockdown from what I see?"
The three dots that danced in the corner of the screen, appeared and disappeared for a good five minutes, while the blond patiently waited, drumming his well-manicured nails on his desk, and just as he decided to return to work, his phone vibrated with the answer.
"I was asked to practice hand-eye coordination and... Well, there's not much else I can do here, so I thought knitting would be the most logical thing to do, since I know how to do it. And you're the only one I can ask to do that for me." bring something like this."
"You just don't want people to know that you're so sweet that you even know how to knit~ 👀, tomorrow when I go I'll bring your things, anything else you want?"
"First, you're an idiot, second... Maybe some of those tangerine candies."
"One, don't be so cruel to your poor husband, two, with pleasure, Kitty, I'll be there tomorrow at noon, I love you, sleep a little, yes?💞."
"Don't be dramatic, and you should sleep too, I'm sure you're still working, eat something, take a shower and sleep Zashi."
Before he could reply, another message immediately appeared in succession.
"I love you too, now go do what I told you."
And shortly after the message informing that the jet had been disconnected appeared, making the blond sigh with a smile as he looked at the last message for a few seconds. Before I saw the time... It was one in the morning, and he definitely needed some food and a good bath.
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The blond had arrived at the agreed time and was now sitting in front of him husband watching what he was doing with the attention of a hawk, detailing how little by little the various loops in the thread appeared and little by little they were taking shape, while holding him own needle and thread which, unlike Aizawa's work, was an utter mess, bigger and tighter loops, but without any grace or shape.
"Shoo-chan slow down, I don't understand!"
He muttered in frustration as his mate looked up at him with a slightly arched eyebrow, laying his own knitting at his side before reaching out to the blond's, taking the objects carefully, before disassembling all progress, having to cut the thread. thread at a particularly tangled knot, to start winding the thread again.
"Come here."
Without having to say it twice, Hizashi left that stupidly hard chair, to sit next to him husband, thigh against thigh, watching as the red wool returned to form part of the ball with a small pout, which was quickly erased when Shouta grabbed his hands, handing him the needle and thread again, but now gently guiding him through the different steps, letting go of him hands a few minutes later when he saw that he had now gotten into a decent rhythm, and had no tangles.
“You are a good student Zashi-chan.
And to the blond's dismay, he opened one of the nightstand drawers and pulled out a sheet of kitty stickers, peeling one of them off and dabbing it across the apple of him right cheek with a mischievous little grin. The sticker itself was a winking black cat face with "Meowtastic" around the edge in pink.
"Where did you get that from?"
"Hagakure"
It was the only thing he offered as an explanation with a small shrug as he put it back in him place in the drawer, where you could see if two loose papers and little trinkets.
“Now go on"
He nodded at the fabric again, picking up his own, which from the pattern that could be seen open on his phone would be a small gray kitten, Hizashi leaned in his direction, resting his head on his shoulder as they fell into comfortable silence. , both concentrating on their own tasks.
At the end of the afternoon, Shouta had the little kitty sitting on the nightstand, while Hizashi had the start of a sphere barely the size of his palm and two discarded squares on the visitor's chair, both of them lying on the bed, Hizashi's hand absently playing with the soft black hair, absently curling it on his finger as Shouta ate the requested dessert in silence, offering the blond a jelly bean from time to time, resting his cheek on his chest.
"When this whole war thing is over, I definitely want you to teach me how to knit properly, okay?"
He broke the silence, while he went down to see the jet who was already looking at him with a very slight smile playing at the corner of his lips.
-Alright.