chapter 3

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As you walk out the door after your class finishes you see him standing at the door waiting for you.

y/n: I found you this time.

Mitsuya: lets go to sowing. *laughing softly*

You follow him as you talk until you reach the sowing room but as you walk in you notice that you guys are the only ones in there.

y/n: are we the only ones in the sowing club?

Mitsuya: no, I've got to set up the sowing machines, if you dont mind waiting.

y/n: I dont mind waiting, plus I have to finish a sketch off.

Mitsuya: alright, it shouldn't take long.

You sit next to a desk, pull out your book and pencils and put your headphones on. 20 minutes later you finish the sketch of a blue bird and start drawing your dream dress. After a while you feel someone's head rest on your shoulder and without thinking you place your hand on their head thinking of the way your little sister always rest her head on your shoulder. As your hand rest on their head you realise it isn't your sister, once you turn your head to face the person you see Mitsuya. You remove your hand and stiffen.

y/n: I'm so sorry I thought you were my sister, she normally rest on my shoulder when she's tiered.

Mitsuya: you have a sister too, I have two younger sisters. *laughing softly*

y/n: yeah she's four years younger than me.

Mitsuya looks down at your blue bird drawing and smiles softly lifting his head off your shoulder. He turns his head to look at you and you cant help but stare into his beautiful eyes.

Mitsuya: your pretty good at drawing aren't you.

y/n: thank you.

Mitsuya: I like the one of the dress, I saw it while I was resting on your shoulder.

y/n: I was hoping to make it one day, its my dream dress.

Mitsuya: a black lased top with long sleeves and thrilled skirt, you have pretty good taste in faction.

y/n: thankyou.

Mitsuya smile widens and you cant help but feel bad know that it will all come to an end soon. He suddenly stops smiling when he hugs you and whispers in your ear.

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