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genere: FLUFF with SLIGHT ANGST
reader: gender neutral I think ( but reader does wear dresses jsuk)
tw: none I think
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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃
➦ You wake up from a loud crashing sound. Sitting up in your bed, you quickly get out of the covers and run to where the noise coming from.
Running to your boyfriends office You find, Mitsuya near tears while looking down at his almost finished dress that was now laying on the floor ripped up, with dirt all over it. (It was on one of those model things yknnow so that why it made a noise.)
Looking up, Mitsuya makes eye contact with you. "Oh no...the dress...you poor thing" You say walking over to him.
"I've been working so hard on that...now it's ruined" Mitsuya says rushing to be in your arms, letting his tears run a bit.
It's true. Mitsuyas been working on that dress for months now, having a girls in and out of his office, being measured, searching for fabrics all over the place.
Trying to figure out what designs the dress should have, if he should have any butterflies or flowers on it. Anything you'd name, Mitsuya thought about.
"I know baby, I know" you say running your fingers through the back part of his hair as you rub his back. "Think you can fix it baby?"
"No" mitsuya sobs in your shoulder. "I used all the fabric I had on that. There's no more"
"Oh." You say starting to think of what to do.
What could you do to help him? Thinking for a few minutes, the goes silent only filled with Mitsuyas soft and quiet sobs.
Poor baby worked so hard and his masterpiece was ruined after all his hard-work, and he tried to, so hard.
He succeeded to! The dress was the prettiest thing you'd ever seen anyone make.
But when you look at it closley it's your favorite colors.
Its puffed up at the bottom, colorful, long, it's not casual at all it like you would wear it to a party.
"Mitsuya..."
"Hm?"
"Was this dress made for me-?"
"Yeah. It was"
"Yknow I really loved that dress" You pause "but what if you use my measurements this time- so it actually be made just for me, hm? Oh and maybe you can even make a matching tux and we can wear it to prom, hm? How's that sound pretty boy?"
Mitsuya lifts his head head from your shoulder and nods. You smile and wipe his tears.
