Back straight, you remain as still as ever. Perhaps, if one squinted, thry could confuse you with a doll. That is, until your nose starts to itch. Oh, the type of itch that could be compared to torture, when you have to immediately reach up to scratch it.

"Non!" Shu Itsuki scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as the corner of his lips twitch into a frown. "Do not move," His melodic voice holds a hint of frustration, as he holds the needle and thread in his hands, delicate as ever. "or do you want me to accidentally pinch you? Or worse, make a mistake while sewing it up..."

"It has to be perfect. I will not settle for less." He was so strict, and though you knew of it beforehand, you were starting to regret offering to help him out with the new outfit Valkyrie was to wear in their next performance. You had to endure the aching in your limbs, not daring to move another inch, because displeasing your boyfriend was the last thing you wanted.