the dressmaker ✎ᝰ┆haikyuu au

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"So, how do I look?" Kiyoko did a twirl in the delicate white dress.
"Beautiful." Yachi stared, bright red. As it wasn't made to fit the female body, the dress was loose at the shoulders and waist, but Kiyoko could pull off any outfit.
She smiled, admiring herself in the mirror.
"Even your prototypes are amazing, Yachi. I'm sure this will be a hit."
"Really?" A smile spread across her face.
"Yes." Kiyoko lent over and kissed her on the forehead before getting changed.

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"Come on Kenma! You have to leave soon." Kuroo walked upstairs, searching for the pudding haired boy.
"What the..."
Kenma was lying face down on the floor with his hands by his side, unmoving.
"Kenma!?" He rushed over to him and lightly shook his shoulders, thinking he was asleep.
"Go away, I'm having some me time." Kenma whined, slightly muffled.
"You have to meet with Hinata and the others, remember? Akaashi's waiting!"
Kenma groaned, sitting up and giving Kuroo the death stare.
"I'll let you get that new game you keep staring at." He sighed.
"I can get it anyway."
"I hid your switch and I can do it again." Kuroo glared, pulling Kenma up by his arm.
"Hmph." He gave in and let the bedhead lead the way.

"Akaashi! Kenma!" Hinata exclaimed, waving frantically.
Next to him stood a slightly taller guy, older by one year, with silver hair and a small mole next to his eye. He was busy trying to hold down the smallest one of the group with spiky brown hair and a blonde streak through the middle.
"Oh hi Akaashi!" Suga looked up, forcing a smile as the black haired boy with pretty eyes came over to help with Noya.
"Hello, how's Daichi?" He asked, gently taking Noyas arm as he continued to squirm in an attempt to escape from certain doom.
"He's good, what about you-know-who?" Suga winked, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Shut up." Akaashi looked away as his face turned pink. Suga chuckled before almost sending Noya to an early grave with such a glare only a mother could pull off.
They all set off to the shop, with Hinata and Noya skipping along in the lead, Yams and Kenma silently walking along, wishing they were at home and Suga and Akaashi whispering about something behind.

In the morning, Tokyo is as busy as ever.
The streets bustle with people pushing an shoving to get to work, all ignoring anyone around them. The tube stations are packed like sardines in a tin and God bless anyone who gets there too late so they have to squeeze through the thick crowds to get to their train.

Because of this, Suga deemed it best that they all hold hands so they don't loose eachother, especially Kenma who kept attempting to wander off.
After around 15 minutes of walking, they found the quaint shop.
A cute little wooden sign saying Boys In Skirts hung over the door. In the windows were 2 dresses.
One looked like something from a fairytale.
It was a deep blue with a high neckline and loose, transparent sleeves that went down to the elbow. The fabric looked light, like the material used for long, flowly skirts in ballet that weren't tutus. Loads of tiny, delicate stars were embroided on it out of fine, gold thread. At the top of the torso was a slightly larger star, moon and sun. The gold made it shimmer in the sunlight coming through the window and it looked as if it would suit the Queen of the fairies from Midsummer Nights Dream.

The other dress was a light cream, with a larger skirt that reached the ground. It had off-the-shoulder sleeves and a low neckline. Hundreds of flowers were sewn to it, tiny pink ones, fragile blue ones and bright oranges ones completely covered the sleeves and torso. They covered some of the top of the skirt too, but they gradually got thinner as you went down until there were none. Nobody could tell if they were real or not, but it sure was beautiful.

After 5 minutes of staring, the boys were knocked out of their trance when a girl waving from the counter caught their eye.
A bell chimed when they opened the door.
The girl was a little bit shorter than Hinata, she had blonde hair just past her ears and a side fringe, a part of her hair was put to the side in a small ponytail with star clips to keep it out of her brown eyes. She had a light denim pinafore on with a white blouse and something like a friendship bracelet on her arm. If anything, she dressed very cute and almost like a child.

"Hello! I recognise your faces from the applications, you've came here for the fitting...right?" She laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah! It's nice to meet you, uh-"
"It's Yachi. Nice to meet you too!" She grinned at Hinata and the guys behind him. "Over here."
They followed her to a curtained area with tall mirrors and short stools. Kiyoko was already there, writing in a notebook.
"Kiyoko!?" Noya gasped, wide eyed.
"Oh, hello Nishinoya! It's been a while." She smiled over to him, making him turn bright red.
"You know each other?" Hinata looked from Kiyoko to Noya and back.
"We went to the same high school." She went to one of the stools with a measuring tape.
"We'll do you guys two at a time, who's going first?" Kenma pushed Hinata and Noya forward and they went and stood on the stools.
"Arms out, head up please." Yachi commanded, not unkindly.
Both girls worked fast, only taking notes every few measurements. They talked whilst doing it about random things, such as their favourite movies (Suga loves The Little Mermaid) and bands (apparently Tsukki got Yams into Queen) once they were done the girls checked eachothers notes then thanked the boys for their time.
Once they were alone, Kiyoko started laughing loudly as she had been keeping in for a while.
"Huh? What's so funny?"
"Noyas height has barely changed at all." She wiped a tear from her eye.
"Aw, the poor guy" Yachi giggled, "I'd better get started, I want them finished by Monday."

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Akaashi came through the front door with Kenma, bracing himself for impact.
"AGAAAASHIIIII!!!" A guy that looked somehow like a raging owl came flying at him before picking him up and swinging him around.
"Hello Bokuto-San." He let out a small smile and Bokuto put him back down.
"How was it? Was it fun? Are you gonna be on top model?"
"It was ok and no, they just measured us for the dresses."
"Are...are you going to look like a...A PRINCESS!?" Bokuto gasped, staring at Akaashi in admiration.
"Don't be silly, Bokuto-san. I'm going to shower."
Looking like a puppy that had just been told off for the first time, Bokuto slumped back on the sofa to watch the most emo show he could find.
"They're so weird." Kenma muttered from the countertop, finishing an entire apple pie.