Y/N is described as hardworking, dedicated and very good at reading people. She is also described as quiet, strange, and gloomy.
When Y/N is transferred to Koby's Unit he is determined to have her open up to him and to befriend her. But as he gets...
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This is the dress that reader will wear to the ball. I looked for hours trying to find the right one. 😅😅😅. Also this chapter is going to be A LOT longer than my usual length. Enjoy! ❤️
You'd been walking for over an hour and no store you found was opened.
"Great...at this point I may as well just show up in my dress formal uniform. But I'd probably get thrown out." Right as you were about to give up you saw a stall, it had clothes in it and it was opened. "Here's praying there's a dress in there."
"Good evening young lady! What is it that you are looking for?" An older lady was sitting in an armchair. She was missing some teeth, but she smelled like mint and coffee, plus she was friendly.
"A dress for tomorrow's ball."
"Quite the late invitation wouldn't you say?" She side glanced you. You merely shrugged your shoulders.
"I guess. Can you help me?" She looked you up and down and smiled.
"Can I ask you to trust the process?"
"The what?"
"You don't seem like a very trusting person. So I'm asking you to place a little faith in me." You didn't know where this was going but decided to go along with it. When you have the old lady a nod she urged you to come closer.
"Give me your hand." You hesitated, but you figured the old lady was harmless so you walked over and gave her your hand as requested. She took it in her two wrinkly ones.
"Ah, so much pain...so much. It's a wonder you haven't succumbed to it yet."
A fortune teller...wonderful.
"Oho but what is this? Hope! Determination! And oho ho! Love?"
You blushed at that but shook your head.
"Ah denial of your own feelings...ah I see why. Your own thoughts are working against you. Let's see. Mhm mhm. Oh that's a nice memory...what beautiful colors. Alright this next part is going to sting."
"Sting? Ouch!!" She'd cut your hand and gathered the blood under her nails. "What was that for?"
"Hehehe you'll see." She took down a piece of white cloth then proceeded to spread your blood across it. You felt it was a little weird but didn't say anything.
She started to moved a thread through the fabric, before you could ask, something amazing happened. Colors started to dance around the white area and completely cover it. She grabbed some beads and then some silk.
"Stitch-stitch no mi. Memory dress."
A devil fruit?
Another flourish of light and the next thing you saw was a beautiful dress.
