My only source of light

[18]

Taking a break for a few moments, Mitsuya saw that the girl was a little nervous, which scared him a little. 

"You know you can tell me anything, I won't judge you and I will help you so you can calm down and just tell me." 

These words did not help her much, her heart began to beat so hard that she prayed that he would not hear it. 

This time she would tell the truth, she would keep no secrets from him, except that she had feelings for him, she wouldn't tell him that.

Not now and not at the moment, where they are both surrounded by toys, drawings and other things that five-year-olds are playing with. 

"Last summer I said I was going to get into architecture." 

Mitsuya nods, approving of what she said, knowing that's what she was doing now. 

"But at the last minute I decided to change my profile and now I'm modeling." 

He couldn't lie that when he heard that, he was shocked. Mitsuya know how much Yuzuha wanted to enter that field but chose to move at the last minute? And why modeling? Last time he recalls she wasn't into it.

Many questions came to his mind, but he chose to listen and let her speak. 

"So I came to you to help me with a project." 

This was not what Mitsuya expected the girl to say, what to expect was why she decided to move, or what she did to her. 

But his questions were not answered, so he decided to give her time to tell him when she had more courage. 

"How can I help?" 

He tried to keep her as calm as possible and show her that he could handle it no matter what. 

"I need you to make me a dress in the next two days." 

What he had heard now had made him even more shocked, how could he make a dress from scratch in just two days!? 

"Please! I really need your help. You're the only person I could call." 

Hearing this, all he could do was accept, aware of how impossible it sounded.

"Okay, I'll help you, but I'm not sure I can do it on my own in just two days." 

The girl had nothing to complain about, especially since she is the one who stops him from his individual work. But a dangerous idea came to her mind for a moment. 

"Why don't we start today and do it until tomorrow?" 

If the boy approved, it meant two things, one, that she was going to spend the night there, and two, that she was going to do it with the boy she liked. 

Waiting for the answer was very difficult, but she could only get two things, yes or no. 

"That would be a good idea. That's what we do!" 

He got up and motioned for her to follow him to the place where they would work. Socked by his answer the only thing she could do was just to get along with what he say.

The two go up the steps, then upstairs to the attic where Mitsuya's workplace is.

When the door opened, the smell of cinnamon and cotton candy had attacked the brunette's nostrils, it was smelling pleasant. 

The room was moderate, not too big, but it had everything you needed. The walls were white, a window was found on the right side, a long table was placed in the middle where many tools were placed. 

From sewing machines, to many colored threads, a bunch of sketches, pencils, material, clothes and much more. 

A mannequin was on the left, nothing was on it, the masterpiece that had been placed before had left a mark of color on it. 

Many other sheets were thrown on the floor, most of them crumpled and strips of clothes. The place was not clean at all, but the owner seemed to make his way everywhere easily, as if he knew what was good and not. 

"Feel at home because we'll be stuck here for hours. If you need anything, you can tell me." 

What he say was very dangerous for her heart but she was very grateful to be able to spend such time with him. A question that bothered her was why she hadn't thought about it before. 

She watches him put all the sketches aside and cleans the table so he can work better. When he finished, being a little cleaner, he sat down, and she followed him without asking any more questions. 

"Now what's more important, how can I help you make the dress?" 

"We've got a theme called 'Prom night,' and we need to make a dress that fits the theme." 

He thought for a while, imagining a pattern in his mind, then took a sheet of paper and a pencil from the table and began to draw as many lines as he could. 

After a few minutes he shows her the sheet that would later become a real dress that she would wear. 

Just thinking about it and the fact that she would wear a creation of his made her heart tremble, a dream come true. 

Looking at the drawing, in order to give her opinion and not to seem that she has not been careful so far, she examines it and then approves it. 

"I like it, I'm sure it will work out!"

He smiles at her, her enthusiasm reaching out to him, making him ready to spend all night sewing and creating.

A knock on the attic door is heard, causing the boy to get up and then go to open the door. At the door sat the mother of three brother and sisters with a tray full of snacks, several of the brunette's favorites. 

The woman also had another tray in her opposite hand, this time with two glasses of cold lemonade.  Due to the heat in the house, the lemonade was starting to cool down, water splashes being present on the transparent glass. 

"I came to get you a snack. A bird told me we had a guest and I came to sweeten you." 

"Thank you very much Mrs. Mitsuya, we are grateful to you." 

Yuzuha had taken her tray of sweets while Mitsuya had taken the lemonades, not wanting to tire the woman even more than they did. 

"I'm glad to see you again, darling. You've upsetting us a lot since you didn't come. The door to the house is always open if you need anything." 

She was grateful for these wonderful people in her life, and she couldn't even express her happiness when she heard those words. 

"That's what I'm going to do, thank you!" 

"Mom, we're done, so let's get started." 

He then says, closing the door behind him, looking back at the brunette. 

"What do we have to do now?" 

She really didn't know what to do, especially since everything was new to her, but at least she had a reliable help. 

Mitsuya then stood up, taking a measurement from the table and pointed it at the girl. 

"Measurements follow."