Y/N never expected this.
She never thought she'd be fighting demons.
No one thought she'd know the sun breather.
Now here she is, sitting in the dark.
Sitting alone, wishing to fix what was broken.
I can still gaze at the stars
I never expected...
"Fumihito..." you called to your husband. He sat at your home's porch, sharpening a blade along a whetstone, the sound of metal scraping against rock cuts through the air.
"Mm? Yes my dear?" He replied putting down the blade into a leather hustler. He turned round to see you standing behind him, arms clearly holding something behind your back. "What is it?"
"So... you see... I have a present for you." You explained however hearing the pauses made him feel anxious. "It's a shirt that I had tailored for you."
"Oh my. Thank you, you didn't have to."
"Oh but I wanted to!" You instantly interrupted before realising that your personal thoughts were leaking. "I mean I wished to see you in the design of a shirt I had in mind."
You handed the shirt to him before pushing him to get changed. You immediately sat down, waiting for him to come out and for your plan to come to fruition.
Moments later you heard a slightly embarrassed voice call back out.
"Uh, Y/N... isn't this shirt a little... tight?"
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You mentally screamed at your successful creation of a compression shirt. You looked over at the embarrassed Fumihito before giggling like a maniac.
"It's not too tight. It's perfect... for my eyes"
[A/N: To the friend who asked me to do this. You're welcome. Sorry I'm too lazy to colour his hair or anything else. When I learn how to draw legs nicely, it's over for all of you. Anyway, sorry it's not a new chapter or anything substantial. Hope you enjoyed.]
