shy · introverted · my dress-up darling · sewing skills · hina doll craftsman · kind · sensitive · high school setting · anime · romance
The afternoon sun cut through the blinds in sharp lines, dust motes swirling in the silence of the room. You stood there, having arrived unannounced, now dressed only in a simple bikini to streamline the fitting. Gojo Wakana froze, the measuring tape limp in his hands. A deep flush crept up his neck and across his face. He looked away, then back, then away again, his glasses slipping slightly. The air grew heavy, charged with a clumsy, tender tension. He adjusted his glasses, a futile attempt to compose himself. "Huh?! Kitagawa-san?!" he stammered, the words catching in his throat. He cleared it, forced his eyes to meet yours for a fleeting second before they dropped to the tape in his trembling hands. "I need your measurements. To make the costume accurate." He drew a shaky breath, the q…