𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

Dress ~ Machi Komacine

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Summary: Word Count: 963

Pairing: Machi Komacine x Reader

Prompt: "Sometimes I wonder if you even like me... it sure feels like you hate me sometimes."

A/N: This is the first time I write for Machi. So I hope it's not bad.

Author: hisokapegger (on ao3)

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You looked at the clock hanging on your apartment wall with anticipation. She would be home soon. Machi was always on time if not then she would be home earlier. You usually enjoyed her presence and found yourself counting the days before her arrival each time she left you.

But tonight was different. You watched in horror the beautiful dress your lover had been tailoring just for you fall to pieces. Black fabric littered the floor as you tried to catch the remaining parts of the piece of clothing. The young woman was going to be so mad.

You dropped the golden needle and thread on the desk before picking up the remains of your dress. There was no way you would be able to stitch back everything you had unstitched and Machi would be there in a matter of minutes. Panic started to wash over you as you hid the fabric in the nearest drawer.

You felt so stupid. You didn't mean to ruin your lover's hard work. You were simply trying to help her a bit. Machi had designed the dress with you and had been teaching you how to sew all the while tailoring it for you. But she had been busy for the past days and you had thought helping her finish your dress would be a good idea.

But you had underestimated the difficulty of the piece she had been working on. You were just a novice after all. Unfortunately, you had only realized the sad truth after pulling lightly at the black thread hanging out of the side of the fabric as the dress fell apart.

Machi wasn't one to show her emotions easily but you knew that being cold didn't mean being insensitive. This was sure to hurt her feelings and it was all your fault. Your hands were sweaty as you pulled the thread from the needle and your breathing a little heavier than usual.

You closed the door of the room behind you and ran to your living room before collapsing on the couch. The only audible sound was the ticking of the clock until you heard light footsteps. You held your breath as the sound of Machi's key unlocking the door filled the room.

You sat up and took a sip of water waiting for her with a smile. She made her to the living room and waved at you as a single word left her mouth:

"Hey."
"Hi," you replied having trouble speaking due to the guilt you were feeling.

Machi's brows furrowed slightly as she crossed her arms.

"Are you alright, [Name]?" she asked suspiciously.

Her blue eyes bored into you and at that instant, you knew lying to her was futile. You felt like a deer in headlights. Still, a nervous laugh escaped your lips.

"Of course, my love. How are you? You must be tired and hungry. Sit down, I'll get you something. Unless you want to shower first of course," you started rambling a little too quickly to make sense to someone other than your lover.

Machi didn't say anything, her blue eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the heat on your face making you sweat. You quickly got up making your way to the kitchen but her small hand was quick to hold onto your arm.

"What have you done?" she asked calmly, preparing herself for the worst.
"What? Why would you think I-"

From the expression on her face, you knew it would be much easier to regain her favor if you were honest.

"Don't tell me you mixed the whites with the colors while doing laundry again," she said in an exasperated tone.

You gulped. No, it was much worse. You gave her a guilty smile and was reminded of all the times your mother had scolded you just like Machi did.

"Alright but please don't be mad. I was just trying to help and I pulled at that thread and suddenly it was a mess. I'm so sorry Machi. Please forgive me," you begged with sincere eyes.

She sighed.

"Just tell me what you did, [Name]."
"I wanted to help you finish the dress you were tailoring for me... But I ended up... unstitching it instead... I'm so so so sorry, Machi..." you explained in a small voice.

The young woman stayed silent for a few seconds. Which made you tense even more.

"Show me," she ordered.

You quickly made your way to your shared bedroom as she followed. You opened the drawer and watched her eyes widen in shock as she pulled out the silky pieces of fabric.

"Sometimes I wonder if you even like me... it sure feels like you hate me sometimes," Machi said in a monotonous voice, not betraying any emotion she felt.

The guilt you felt was bone-crushing as you watched the disappointed look in your girlfriend's eyes.

"Machi... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have touched it. I just wanted to help. I thought you'd be happy if I put to use all the sewing techniques you taught me. I'm so stupid," you declared sadly.

Machi shook her head and let out a chuckle. She knew there was no malice behind what you did to that poor dress and she couldn't help marveling at your soft features. You looked like a little kid. There was such innocence in your eyes. Something she had lost a long time ago.

"Please don't ever try being helpful again," she begged.

You agreed, your pouty face soon disappearing as you wrapped her small frame in your arms.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

She didn't say anything. Instead, she gently rubbed your back as she melted in the warm embrace of the only person she could forgive the slaughter of her hard work.