The clock ticks softly in the background, the only sound breaking the silence of the late night. Mitsuya sits hunched over his sewing machine, eyes focused on the fabric as he carefully stitches together pieces of his latest design.

The room is dimly lit, casting a warm glow on the workspace. You quietly enter the studio, not wanting to disturb his concentration, but Mitsuya notices you immediately.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks with a soft smile, pausing his work to look at you. “It’s nice having you here,” he admits, his voice low and calming.

The night stretches on, but the atmosphere is peaceful, filled with the gentle hum of the sewing machine and the occasional shared glance.