model ; h. shiba [✓]

02

after the four ate, the siblings bid their goodbyes and head their way home. as for the two designers, they head back to their closed shop, continuing what should be finshed.

" uh, y/n... " mistuya called for her attention as y/n is busy putting pins in their french mannequin.

" yes? "

" i was wondering, if you could, make friends with hakkai? i know that it'll be hard, but i just want both of you to be friends... " mitsuya said in a cautious voice as he dont want the young one to be uncomfortable.

" uhm..... i dont know, i want to be friends with him though but i dont think he wants to be my friend, and it will probably take years for us to be friends just like he did to hinata.... " y/n said in a soft voice finishing her task.

" just talk to him like you did to others, but of course, im not going to force you if you dont want to. "

y/n nodded. she is now placing the pins somewhere it wont hurt her or mitsuya or anyone. y/n sat on her chair then leaned her head on the table. she heaved a heavy sigh as a sign of being tired.

mitsuya chuckled at the scene he witnessed and shook his head. placing his papers, pens and pencils and other stuff to its designated places.

" can i ask you a question? " y/n blurted.

mitsuya nodded rolling the fabrics so that it wont be a mess when he decided to cut some of it.

" why is hakkai taller than you? " y/n asked which makes mitsuya's brows meet.

" another nonsense question, i see, mind if i throw that casket of yours? " mitsuya fired.

y/n's eyes widened and immediately went to block ' her casket '.

" chill, its not that serious question, no need to threaten me using the casket. " she said with a little panic in her voice. smiling nervously.

mitsuya just laughed and shook his head.

" i still dont know why you're using that casket as a closet for your rejected designs. you could hang them together with my rejected designs upstairs though. " he said, leaning on the table.

" it's because it means that my designs are dead. just kidding, i dont know, it's kinda cute though, plus, i wont be tired walking upstairs and downstairs just to place my designs there. " y/n said, opening the casket.

" you're designs are amazing, y/n, they just dont know how to look at the details and meanings of it. "

" because there is no meaning in my designs, mitsuya. "

" there's none? "

" yes, haha. " y/n chuckled.

" then why not show them to draken? "

" there we go again, mentioning names that i dont even know who. "

mitsuya walked towards the casket then picks up one of the dress that were folded nicely. mitsuya then scanned the dress carefully.

the dress kind of fitted but and is enough for a person to breath. the dress were two toned. the right side were black and the other side were grey. it seems like the dress stops mid-thigh if it were worn and it has a transparent strap.

" you know, this looks good on short people. " mistuya started.

" like you? "

" good thing, im near the casket, y/n, this is a good opportunity. "

" just kidding. "

" but seriously, it would look good on short people with slender legs, like hina, this dress would make look tall. " mitsuya said, checking if there were any loose thread.