Knitted Hearts (Etsunabe & Gossip)

[Gossip]

It was the start of a new school year that a small, almost unnoticeable event happened in the understaffed knitting club at Fairwing Academy. Small indeed, this event would have passed noticeably if not for one simple thing; it kept happening, when it should in all reasons not: A boy had joined the knitting club, at first well camouflaged by the sea of new eager faces of freshmen. Yes, a well camouflaged oddity at first, that boy slowly came to be noticed by his peers, as Fall led to winter, and along with it a decreasing of attendance of the aspiring craftswomen that had once fluttered through the small room. Near Christmas now, the regular of the club had to get used to the idea that they had a boy in their midst, and that he seemed to be determined to stay right where he was, as baffling as such a thought was to them all!

 

[Etsunabe]

Like every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, almost like a play, Agnes was mindlessly scribbling into the etching of her desk until the bell sounded the end of school. She grabbed her bag of yarns and needles with one hand, eyes fixated on the door, and began walking with only one room in mind. Students, left and right, flooded into the hallway, until the masses were just a blur. Agnes didn't stop, and held her breath until she was able to step foot into knitting club. Usually she was never the first to arrive, however this time, as she lifted her head from the floor for the first time since leaving class, her eyes met only with this boy. A few weeks had passed since word spread to the few club members there were about this oddity of a new member. A boy, the words were repeated in sweet, hushed whispers. Being unaccustomed to the company of the other gender, the girls were quick to become uneasy and nervous, and for this reason, though equally curious, they were unsure of how to speak to him.

 

[Gossip]

While he took no mind to the opening and closing of the door to his (for now) quiet hideaway, Walter was forced to taking notice of the girl now standing at the doorway after a few moment of silence; the absence of footsteps leading one way or another from the door bothered him, he was sorry to admit. As such, it was after finishing his row on his latest attempt at a wool jumper that the usually quiet redhead turned his dove grey gaze towards the newcomer. Ah, one of the regular here, a name starting with an 'A', Walter thought. Annie or maybe Agatha, perhaps? Shucks, he was no good with name! Was... he supposed to greet her? He was usually not the only one in the room when someone arrived so... maybe? W-well, here goes...!

"Hello, may I help you?" A cool tone that was belied by the spreading of the blush that was blooming on his freckled cheeks. The boy couldn't help it, he dropped his half-lidded gaze from Agnes for a moment to fiddle with the needles in his hands, only to turn back his attention on the young girl, with a near silent sigh escaping him, his heart beating a staccato in his poor ribcage. He was no good with strangers...

 

[Etsunabe]

Agnes opened her mouth to talk, but before she could say anything, it turned into a pout and the rest of her face flushed. It seemed she was frozen there, and realising her sudden inability to move, she turned her head and grimaced to hide her initial reaction. In an all too low voice, a strained "h-hey" was pushed out of her, and she met his eyes again. "I'm... in this club, too..." There, she said something.​

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It seemed the first time, to her memory, that someone in the club openly acknowledged his existence, and god, why did it have to be me ! thought she. Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding in till she near suffocated, she was able to move again and hurriedly sat in the same chair she'd always sit in. The scuttling of school students in the halls were dissipating and it was around the time the other club members started checking in.​