"Measurements follow."
He motioned for her to stand up to make it easier for him to measure her. She does as she is told, getting to her feet and walking closer to the table and to him.
Mitsuya puts her next to the window so that he can see better, taking the girl's jacket off her shoulders and then putting it in the hanger behind the door.
He starts measuring her hands, shoulders and so on. The brunette's heart skipped a beat at every touch she received from the boy, but for him this was normal, especially since he did it almost every day.
By the time he reached her waist, he bent over to be at the same level as hers. His face was very close to hers, just a little and their noses were touching together.
His hands move behind her, somehow embracing her in a hug, even if their bodies did not touch. Her hands moved away from her hips, giving him room to work easier.
His hands were in front of her waist, the meter encircling the surface to measure her.
She winced when she felt a cold hand touch her warm stomach, and looking down she saw the boy lift her sweatshirt.
Her eyes were a wide open and were out of orbit at how shocked she was, the tension between them rising, only she noticed that.
What she didn't know was that the boy had felt her startle, looking at her and trying to explain their position.
"Your sweatshirt is too thick and won't fit well and your dress will be bigger than it should be."
She had relaxed, not because he had explained to her what he was doing, but because she did not want the other to know how much his touch had affected her.
Trying to help him, she lifted her sweatshirt on her own, their fingers touching in the process.
Her face was so red that she had prayed to get out of it faster and to stay calm, not to faint on the floor.
With a better look at what he is doing, he continues his work, being almost ready.
When he had finished, he wrote the numbers down on a piece of paper so that he could see them better and help him better.
Now came the harder part, going to a closet where they were a bunch of fabric of different colors and patterns.
From the most normal colors to the brightest, some were glittery, others were leather, where you couldn't choose at first glance.
He begins to look and see what would be best for the brunette and what would make her radiate from the farthest distance.
Looking at her and then at the materials, he thinks about it, everything looks good on her, nothing disadvantages her.
Taking the material he had never worked with before, he took it and placed it on the table in the middle of the room.
The girl followed him closely and was attentive to every movement the boy made.
He pulled the mannequin closer to where they were so that he could help himself more easily, needing him until the girl was the one to wear the dress.
He puts the material on the mannequin, trying to mimic the dress on the sheet so that he has a small vision of what it would look like.
Looking closely, he made the brunette sit next to the mannequin, but when he looked at both of them, something was wrong, as if something was missing.
He takes another sheet and tries again but still missing a certain key point which was what the real dress had to do.
Yuzuha, being curious from birth, goes to the boy to see better what exactly he was doing. When she saw that the boy wanted to change her dress, she was a little surprised.

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My only source of light
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