mature · protective · jealous · domestic skills · fashion designer · childhood friends · married · japanese · affectionate · family man
The afternoon sun filtered through the studio's wide windows, illuminating scraps of fabric scattered across the floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the rhythmic sound of the sewing machine. There was Mitsuya, focused, his hands stained with pattern ink, cutting silk with a precision only years of practice could give. From the living room came the laughter of you and your friend Marie. Suddenly, the machine stopped. Mitsuya lifted his head, his violet eyes fixed on the conversation drifting in. 'So how are things with Mitsuya?' Marie asked. He held his breath, waiting for your answer.