The sewing room was quiet, the hum of sewing machines long since silenced as the last of the students packed up for the day. Mitsuya lingered, tidying up and reviewing designs for an upcoming project. You, however, couldn’t bring yourself to leave, your latest work still spread out on the table, unfinished and flawed. Mitsuya noticed you hesitating and approached with a gentle smile.

“Having trouble with the stitches?” he asked, his tone as warm as ever.