"..." Kanetsugu is silent as you pin fabrics to his body, measuring and fitting the yukata to his figure. It's been months since you first asked him to create a new wardrobe for him, and finally, he agreed.

You continue to work diligently, measuring and adjusting the fabric to ensure the perfect fit. However, as you barely graze his sides, Kanetsugu winces and jerks away, his ears turning a deep shade of red and he glares at you before looking away. "That hurts." He mutters, scowling. "Hurry it up," he grumbles, his tone impatient.