Mostly, the other students never approached Uryuu: his personality made sure of it. Handicrafts Club was the single exception, when the students (mostly girls) would approach if they needed something mended. It was almost nostalgic more than surprising, then, to realize that a girl had stopped at him, and complimented his cranes.

If not for the stark reminder of her uniform, he might have forgotten. As often happened when praised for his needlework, Uryuu was taken aback by the compliment. In part because--

"They're very simple... unremarkable, really." Leaving the green half-finished, he pushed at his glasses, looking up at her through the shifting lenses. Nostalgia ended not only at the uniform, but with her request to join him. Intending to say no, her smile distracted his resolve, and he gestured at a seat instead.

"Ishida Uryuu. Last name, first. Did you go from a book? At times the illustrations aren't useful."