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Harumi's Knitting Circumstances 

In little more than a year since he'd joined the Knitting Society, Satomi 
Koutarou's knitting competency had increased greatly. Originally he 
didn't have the balance to knit a scarf well, but now if it were a normal 
pattern then he could knit well. Of course, there was still plenty of room 
for improvement, when knitting curved surfaces and complicated 
shapes his hands faltered. To put it simply, his skills were approaching 
the point where they could be used in practical situations. 

So, Koutarou was being taught by Harumi again today. The early 
summer sunlight streamed in through the open windows, lighting up the 
club room. Harumi's teaching was filled with passion to match the light. 

"Satomi-kun, it's not like that there, it's like this." 

"Like this?" 

"Not quite... Hmm, how do I explain it I wonder...?" 

Harumi had several reasons to be passionate. 

The greatest among them was her desire to be helpful to Koutarou. 

With the things that had happened between her, Harumi had given her 
heart to Koutarou. She wanted to do just as much for him, no, even 
more than that, she wanted to be needed by him. Koutarou had made 
a promise in the past to complete a sweater, to head for a better future, 
and knitting was Harumi's speciality above all others. She felt it was fate 
that what the one she liked wanted to do was her speciality, and so was 
filled with passion for teaching Koutarou how to knit. There were many 
ways to say it, but in the end, Harumi loved him. 

Also, it was usually noisy around Koutarou, there were always many 
people around. Harumi liked them and looked up to their liveliness but 
she also sometimes thought that they were too energetic and wanted 
them to calm down. It was an impression that was only because of the 
difference in their personalities, it had nothing to do with liking or 
disliking them. So Harumi thought it was nice to sometimes have some 
calm time, with Koutarou if possible. As those 'calm times' she had 
nothing to criticise with the Knitting Society's activities. 

There were other reasons, the likelihood of Koutarou being the next 
president of the Knitting Society was high, so passing down suitable skill 
was urgent. She also had to teach Yurika, who had joined the society 
several days ago, so she wanted to teach Koutarou alone quickly. 

Because of these various reasons, she was passionate about teaching 
Koutarou. To the extent that sometimes she'd forget her surroundings, 
that's what these times were like. 

"That's it, Satomi-kun, stand up for a minute please." 

Harumi put her hands together in front of her chest and smiled. She had 
been thinking of a way to teach Koutarou a complicated pattern but had 
finally thought of a good idea. 

"Okay. I don't mind, but..." 

Koutarou stood as she asked, and held his hands out forwards, holding 
the knitting needles. 

"Is this okay?" 

"Yes, now... I think it will be easy to understand like this." 

Harumi placed her back against Koutarou's chest and pulled his hands 
towards her. She took his hands in hers and started moving the knitting 
needles. Doing so, Koutarou understood how the needles were moving 
well. He could see her fingers well too, and quite literally picked up how 
to reel the thread. It was certainly a very effective teaching method, and 
a great idea - but. 

"You move the needles like this. It's easy once you know how." 

"Umm, Sakuraba-senpai. I... uh really understand the technique, but..." 

Harumi stopped her movements and slowly looked over her shoulder. 
"Standing like this, uh... isn't it... really bad...?" 


She had completely stopped and they were close enough to hear each 
other breathe, and Koutarou could see himself reflected in Harumi's 

This was the first time they'd been so close, Harumi slowly took in the 

"...l-l-l urn..." 

Harumi's face was instantly dyed red and her eyes opened as wide as 
they could, colouring her expression with shock. She had had her heart 
set on teaching Koutarou how to knit and hadn't noticed what had 

happened until now. However you looked at it, it appeared that Harumi 
was entrusting her body to Koutarou and receiving a hug from behind. 
It couldn't be seen as anything other than a lover's act. 

"...This is... 1-1 didn't... I was just..." 

"It's okay, I understand! You're not someone who'd do something this 
bold suddenly!" 

Koutarou was panicking too. Even more so, he was surprised by 
Harumi's bold act - though he knew it wasn't intentional, and with her 
bright red face, Harumi appeared unusually girlish. With those big 
wavering eyes in front of him, and feeling the warmth from her close 
body, Koutarou's heart shook. 

"I'll let you go right away!" 

Koutarou frantically went to release her, but held tighter and stopped 
his hands. 


Harumi soon realised what she had done and went even redder. It was 
embarrassing to cling to Koutarou, but to be released so soon was a 
shame as a girl. Because of that and otherthings, Harumi's feelings were 

"U-uh, Satomi-kun, I, I!" 


They were wrapped in the tight atmosphere of the room, and time 
around them came to a stop. They were everything to each other. The 
relationship they'd knitted together had taken a special form. Then. 


"I, Nijino Yurika will put my heart and soul into the society today as well!" 

It was Yurika's turn to clean the classroom so she was late, and burst 
into the room without knocking. 



"Hmm? What happened, you two?" 

Yurika looked strangely at the two who had jumped apart in a panic. 
Fortunately, she hadn't seen them together. 

"N-nothing. You just surprised us coming in so suddenly." 

"Satomi-kun's right." 

"Did I? I'm sorry, I'll be careful from now on." 

Yurika honestly believed them and apologised, relieving both Koutarou 
and Harumi. What relieved them wasn't that they hadn't been seen by 
Yurika. But that they might have blurted out something unbelievable if 
Yurika hadn't come. 


Sakuraba Harumi 

An upperdasman that Koutarou met during the entrance 
ceremony, the slightly weak-bodied leader of the 
knitting society. That's what she was...