You birthday was coming up, and mitsuya knew that. You were an impossible person to shop for. Whenever he would ask what you wanted you just shrugged.

"What do you want?"

"I don't mind."

That's always how the conversation went. So, when he finally had enough, he decided to tame things into his own hands.

he had gotten a pair of his sweat pants, cutting them up and sewing them into a new fresh set with shorts and a top.

Your birthday rolled around mitsuya came extra early to be the first one to say happy birthday to you.

finally in your room, he handed you your gift, a nervous shiver going down hid spine as he did. He knew you'd like it, but still.

You opened the gift, being able to see right away all the time and effort that he had put into makeing it. You could see how perfect all the sewing lines where, not a single loose tred.