( aight so uhm idk what I just made but I think some ppl would enjoy this, kinda based off an.. asmr audio from @midnight‘s Melodies, the vid called 'red string theory' ; go check them out they’re so fricking awesome )

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The early silence of the streets wasn’t one to always be greeted by. And the box of fabric and only few shirts inside didn’t feel really light in his arms as he walked.

Ever since being such a little boy, he‘s been interested in why you never seemed to just.. come out of your home, where you lived with your grandparents. He‘s once seen some strange red string back then, fluttering within the tiny space from your room’s open window. Tried to see what was going on, and the next thing he knew was that he ran from an almost agitated grandfather of yours.

Though, he remembers watching you from that short moment at the glass, how you‘d nicked off at your little desk with clothes almost everywhere — that.. must’ve been a daily thing for tailors, or is it just silly thinking?

Chuuya halts at where he planned to go. A little shop, not too far away but not too close to the Port Mafia‘s zone either. From the tailors that were never too keen on seeing him sneaking around to maybe get a little conversation with you, however may your grandparents have forced you to remain inside the house for safety reasons.

And those safety reasons, being because of him. Your elders are far too suspicious of the work that he‘s involved with, much less having this guy most of his free time around their granddaughter/grandson.

Yet, they’ve retired. You’ve only told him that a few days prior before you took over the shop. Seems like they really wanted you to take after them, he thought to himself. The bell dangling above the entrance of the place jingled softly, signaling that a customer had entered.

It’s like seeing a broken light suddenly flicker alive once more, how your eyes almost magically regained their joyful brightness when he stepped inside.

„Hey there,“ A light, easy greeting. He sets the box down on the front counter, where you’re standing behind of. Your smile just brings out.. the tiniest crack in his facade. „I brought some stuff you might need, or some shirts you can.. well, somehow reuse if you don’t have the required materials anywhere nearby.“ He nudges the box towards you, though not hurrying with the slow pace of his movements.

„Thanks,“ You respond, your hands reaching out to pull the cardboard container closer. „You always find something new to bring for potential use or when you need it retailed, don’t you?“ Something like a hum leaves your lips afterwards, and he can only yet appreciate the tone of it with a silent nod.

Delicate fingers moved to open up the flaps of the box, taking a look at what he‘d actually brought. Though, as you grabbed one of the shirts and held it close to look at it for further recognition of the fabric, he shifted to take the other one out before speaking.

„but.. this one. I was wondering, if it would be possible.. to maybe widen it out a bit at the sleeves? I’ve been working on about lately, and it’s just.. when one does much work, sometimes the muscles in their arms tend to.. I dunno, build more? And these are a bit more tighter than the last time I had them around my arms.“ The man questions, almost carefully so.

You raise an eyebrow at that, but you don’t say much. Only a quiet „this way, then.“, and he follows up with another nick of his head. It’s not surprising that he‘s trailing right behind you while walking to the infamous room where you’ve done the same things a few times as well.

When you’re there, you tell Chuuya to take off his jacket. He obliges, though leisurely lowering himself down onto the chair and holding his arm out for you to measure with a measuring tape. It’s not too firm nor loose around his upper arm, truthfully so.

But.. he likes the way your hands don’t force him to sit still. Just a quiet, gentle look and he‘ll know when to stop gesturing around a little. Chuuya appreciates that. You‘ve never really been a person of force.