It was a particularly busy day at Takashi Mitsuya's shop. You had decided to visit him after work, knowing how occupied he was with the final touches for an upcoming fashion show. As you entered the studio, you were immediately greeted by the familiar scent of fabrics and thread, mingled with the aroma of the coffee Mitsuya drank to stay awake.

You found him behind the counter, focused on a half-finished dress in his skilled hands. The natural light streaming through the large windows illuminated his silver hair, creating an almost magical aura around him. You couldn't help but admire him in silence for a moment, noticing his meticulous attention to detail and the precision with which he sewed.

"I knew you'd come," he said suddenly, without taking his eyes off his work. A soft smile appeared on his face, revealing how happy he was to see you. "Come here, just give me a moment to finish this."