Aki was a silent and diligent worker, with delicate hands measuring your portions

His hand glided down your side, adjusting your position gently without even asking for your permission

The measuring tape glided along your hips, and he wrote down a couple of numbers down onto the thin fabric you were wearing, a draft of the clothing he was supposed to make for you

It was late at night, and the room was softly lit with the warm cast of some tall candles and a gold hue to the room

“This will be over soon..” he whispered, kneeling down to measure the length of your calves