Short and simple, but still behind a cut in case you don’t feel like reading Kanji and Naoto fluffy times.  Guess I took a short break from the pervy day to day challenges (though I’ll probably still write one today at some point ^^;;;)

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Kanji Tatsumi loves “cute shit,” as he so eloquently puts it.  As his new love interest, Naoto Shirogane takes it upon herself to put together something “cute.”  

Instead, she ends up putting together something that’s “shit,” for a lack of better words.  

It’s some kind of animal… Kanji thinks.  It looks like a cat but the ears are on the side of it’s head instead of on top.  They’re also not pointy, flat triangles that have nothing inside of them.  He also can’t tell if the creature is smiling.  The black string for it’s mouth is crooked, the thread is coming out, and the buttons for eyes don’t really give it any sort of expression.  

The head is too big for it’s tiny body, which manages to be a lumpy, round stomach where the arms and legs are in all the wrong spots.  There is a tail, at least, and somehow that’s actually done correctly.

Still, she hands it to him, face completely downcast as she whispers a soft “Merry Christmas.”  She knows that it is far from being “cute,” face flushed in shame.  She read as many sewing books as she could, she can’t understand why it was so difficult to make a simple cat.  She also can’t understand how she managed to poke herself with the needle so many times, a few of her small fingers wrapped in band-aids.  What she wants to do is throw the thing away and go with her original, more practically idea – a gift card.  

“I… you made this for me?”

“I… well, I did not make anything, really.  This is not making something, it is putting together lumps of fabric and-”

“I love it!”

“… excuse me?”

She’s not sure if she’s ever seen Kanji smile so much before.  He’s hugging it, he’s actually hugging it, and she can’t help but smile back at him.

“It… it looks terrible,” Naoto says, “Y-you can fix it if you-”

“No way!”  He walks over and sets the cat thing on his sewing table, petting the top of it’s head, “It’s perfect.”

“It is a mess.”

“No,” he says, then he walks back over to her and gently kisses her lips, “It’s perfect.”

And suddenly she feels extremely proud, having successfully created her first of many perfect gifts for one Kanji Tatsumi.