You watched your friend, Mitsuya, pat the unfinished wedding dress you wore down on your figure.

“Don't move,” he mumbled, holding a couple ball-point pins between his lips as he measured your size. He pinched the fabric at the waist, securing it with the needles before stepping back to examine the fit of the dress.

He was more focused than usual, on a time crunch because your wedding was in a week and he’d left working on your dress until last minute.