text: “If you need help, you should ask~” Hisashi says. I feel a little embarrassed. I pull my hands away from Hisashi’s. “Sure...” I say. “Thanks...” Hisashi continues smiling. Then he finally goes back to his own crochet piece. He’s farther than me and is crocheting like a master. What is he making...? Has he crocheted before...? I have to stare in awe for a moment. Then I get over it and continue making my necklace. It’s the easiest thing to make in this page of instructions, so that’s why I chose it. “Have you... crocheted before?” I ask. Why am I trying to make conversation...? “I’ve dabbled in a few crafts similar to this~ But this is my first time crocheting. Since I’ve had some experience, and I’m good with my hands, I quickly got the hang of it~” Hisashi explained. He crocheted as he talked. He totally seems like an expert... What does he mean this is his first time... “Oh... I see...” Why do I have to be jealous of the pervert of this camp...? I continue crocheting and it seems like it’s coming along. I glance over at Hisashi again. I pause. His creation has a strange shape... Seriously, what is he making...? “What are you crocheting, Hisashi...?” I ask. Hisashi immediately beams at me. “You want to know?” “Never mind...” I turn my head away. I don’t want to know after all. “Hold on~ You don’t have to be shy~ If you want to know, I’ll tell you~” Hisashi tries to bring me back. I give him the side eye. He holds up his creation. “It’s a pair of underwear~!” He exclaims. I choke on my own spit. I start coughing. Hisashi pats me on the back to help me. What did he just say!? Underwear!? Why is he making something like that!? There’s also no instructions for that, so how is he making that!? “Are you alright~?” Hisashi asks, not sounding too concerned. “What the hell... What are you making that for...” I manage to get out after my coughing fit. Hisashi puts a finger to his chin, thinking. Once he finds his answer, he smiles brightly. “It’s a pair of underwear for you!” I choke again. Is he trying to kill me!? Why is it for me!? I’d rather burn it in a fire than wear it!! “Be careful~” Hisashi says, patting my back again. “I don’t want it!! Why’d you make it!?” I exclaim. “What~? You won’t accept my heartfelt gift~? So mean... Boohoo...” Hisashi pretends to cry. “I don’t care if it’s heartfelt, I don’t want it!!” Didn’t he also hesitate before answering what it was for...? He obviously didn’t make it with me in mind. What is this crazy pervert even trying to do right now!? (This is a tiny part from my story called Camp Criminal. I just wanted to share it because I find Hisashi really funny. This is their first proper conversation. (If that's what you want to call it...) The narrator is Akiara, a boy.