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aranixTitle: Suits
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nidesux a.k.a moi
Length: One Shot. 5.2k words.
Pairing: Sho x Masaki a.k.a Sakuraba
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU Fluff, a little bit of humor.
Summary: Ohno’s Tailoring is one of the most well-known tailor shops in Japan today. Sakurai Sho, an attorney at a local law firm, has decided to get a suit made.
Note: I did say I was going to write another sakuraba thing (which I already did a couple of days ago? lol). It's not like that thing I wrotethat scarred even myself Anyway. This is dedicated to sushi4ever Mari-san! I didn't tell you that I was going to write some sakuraba for your birthday but, hey! I wrote some SA for 'ya! I guess this is also my way of thanking you because if it weren't for you, getting curious about the very first chaptered fic I posted here of SA (though it's still f-locked lol) and commented on it, I wouldn't have had the guts to start sharing my trash here. Oh oh and you were the very first SA shipper I ever met. Okaaaaaay. Happy happy birthday! <3 (Sorry for my rambling.)
P.S: I don't know that much in tailoring/tailor shops, so I apologize for any mistakes. I changed things around here, hence that's why it's AU and fanfiction. And as always, comments are appreciated! :D (tbh I already forgot what I wrote since I did this a few weeks ago lol)
Sakurai Sho was eyeing the small card his officemate back at the law firm handed over to him the other week. It had the words “Ohno’s Tailoring” written beautifully in cursive, and under it had the name of the owner-slash-master tailor, the address of the shop, and the contact numbers. He was honestly feeling hesitant in entering the establishment, judging by the look of the building from outside. Sho wouldn’t have thought that the thing in front of him was recognized as one of the best tailor shops in Japan. With eyebrows furrowed, he examined the building for a while: it was obviously an old building already—probably handed down by each generation—, some of the windows, especially on the second floor, were already close to breaking. The only thing that made it obvious that the building was a tailor shop, were the display of suits at the window downstairs.
Pushing his overly-judgmental thoughts aside; he fixed his tie, stepped closer to the door, grasped its handle before turning and pushing it ajar. He was greeted with a chorus of welcomes. The man standing at the front desk approached him with a warm smile. Sho guessed that the man was the owner. They both shook hands and exchanged names. Ohno Satoshi told him how his officemate had contacted him saying that he might drop in any time.
“The time has come,” Sho joked, returning the man’s smile. Satoshi gave a soft chuckle, asking to follow him afterwards. The man guided him to a table, telling him to sit down at the bench and make himself feel at home. With an awkward smile, he sat down and watched the owner pull out a book. He told Sho to flip through the pages and tell him which one suits his fancy, and then they’d proceed to the measurements etcetera. Or if he prefers a design not found in the book, Satoshi would make a design himself. Sho was a little flushed by the man’s kindness, but hid it by clearing his throat and opening the book, skimming through its pages.
After a while of going through the book’s pages, Sho picked one that had a deep shade of blue. Royal blue is what Satoshi told him, again wearing that patient smile of his. They started talking about the process of making the suit. It will take more than a month for it to be made. He agreed to it, and was about to pay, but the man stopped him; saying how they have to finalize which fabric is to be used and the measurements first. Satoshi then took the clipboard that was right beside him, going through some papers. His expression was very serious, and Sho found it funny how the man’s lips would purse in concentration to whatever it was he’s thinking. A moment passed of silence between them, only the distant sound of voices upstairs being heard. He was about to ask if everything was alright when Satoshi looked up at him, a smile appearing on his face once again.
“The other tailors and I are, sadly, preoccupied for the moment—I forgot about Kitagawa-san’s suit, sorry—the person who’s going to make your suit is Aiba Masaki,” said Satoshi, “He’s still a bit new here, I’m afraid. Just passing over six months. Is that alright with you, Sakurai-san?”
Sho was taken aback by the sudden information. A newbie making his suit? He wanted to say those words out loud, but his mouth was faster than his mind, uttering a “yes” right away. This made Satoshi’s smile widen; he then proceeded to telling him some of Aiba Masaki’s work over the past few months: how the man had made a suit for someone in the entertainment industry just the other month, for an award show. Even Sho was surprised, though he was surprised more on the fact that Satoshi had let a newcomer work on such an important person, for an important event. But at the same time, he can’t help but feel admiration for the man. He knew that he can’t and will never do that if he were the boss of the establishment. But he wasn’t, so he kept his mouth shut and just followed behind when Satoshi got up and went upstairs. The two men who greeted him moments ago downstairs—Satoshi introduced them as Matsumoto Jun and Ninomiya Kazunari—were there, bickering over something. Their presence silenced them right away, and the pair greeted them before going back to work; though some glares were thrown here and there.
“They’re always like that, don’t worry,” the man reassured him before asking him to follow him towards the back. Sho could hear Jun and Kazunari continue bickering over which color to go with for a suit as he passed by, and soon enough there were only silence again. The inside of the shop was large and the interior design was very classy despite the building looking quite old already. It fascinated Sho to an extent. He and Satoshi made it to the back of the second floor and were greeted by a man he guesses was Aiba Masaki, the man who’s going to make his suit. The man who made a suit for a celebrity just a few months ago. He must have been staring since the man had to call his name a few times before he answered back. They exchanged bows and the tailor introduced himself before taking a seat to discuss the suit. Masaki and Satoshi proceeded to talk about the suit, with Sho giving out answers every now and then. Afterwards, the tailor asked him if he’s alright with taking the measurements right away or if he wants to schedule it for a different day. Sho replied, saying that it’s better to take the measurements today since he has an important meeting to go to the following day.
Masaki nodded, got up, and asked Sho to follow him. He bowed his head slightly at Satoshi before following suit. The tailor guided him to a room at the other end of the floor. Satoshi bid goodbye to the both of them as he made his way down the stairs, greeting the new clients that had just entered. Hearing the cheerful voices downstairs before he entered a room with the other tailor shocked him. The shop was popular after all. The room was silent when Masaki closed the door behind them. It’s the shop’s fitting room, Masaki told him before moving over to one side of the room, rummaging through cabinets. Sho looked around room; it was slightly cramped because of the things inside, but it was big enough. It had a big mirror on the wall and he found himself staring at his reflection before his gaze wandered over to the man behind him. The silence between them felt somewhat comfortable, to Sho at least. And after a few moments of silence, Masaki started talking about the way he’s going to make the suit to reach Sho’s expectations. He answered back, saying that the tailor should make it however he feels like making it, because it’s fine with him. His answer made the tailor snicker before standing up properly. Masaki was holding a small notebook, pencil and tape measure; he wrote on a page of the notebook, and then showed it to him, asking if he got the kanji of Sho’s name right. Sho nodded.
The tailor politely bowed first before he started taking his measurements. Masaki started with Sho’s over-arm shoulder width, commenting on how nice his slopping shoulders were and then smirking when Sho let out an awkward laugh. He announced the measurement before jotting it down on the notebook; he then told Sho that the reason they have a private fitting room was because some of the clients feel conscious about their measurements (“We don’t do anything inappropriate back here, I swear.”) to which Sho just bit back a smile, nodded, and continued staring at Masaki through the mirror; darting his eyes away when the latter met gazes with him. He was asked by Masaki to lift his arms up a bit, and then moved in front of him to take the measurement of his chest. The tailor mumbled the measurement before writing it down; he asked Sho what his job was, and that it’s alright if he doesn’t want to tell him. That it’s just his way of breaking the ice. Sho wasn’t the type to just blurt out his personal information—be it about work or his personal life—but he found himself telling Masaki that he works as an attorney at his father’s law firm. The other hummed in response, then said after if that was it. He was confused for a second, so Masaki asked him if there aren’t any stories about his working life. Sho chuckled, almost bitterly, and then said no. It was Sho’s turn to ask him a question now; he asked him if he doesn’t feel awkward being so close to people and taking measurements of different parts of their body.
“Well,” Masaki began as he measured Sho’s right arm, “It’s my job, you see. All tailors do this. Though I guess the only thing awkward about this job is when clients think there’s something behind my curiosity with their life and work. They think I’m interested or something! Especially when I’m in the middle of taking measurements.
“Say, Sakurai-san, is this your first time going to a tailor?” Masaki glanced at him before moving over to the left arm. Sho’s gaze followed him from the mirror; he nodded in answer, making the tailor chuckle softly. He asked what was wrong, and the other merely shrugged, saying how cute his answers were to Satoshi asking what his opinion was on the process of making the suit. “You just kept on agreeing!”
Sho felt his cheeks heat up, averting his eyes from watching Masaki. The tailor then told him, in a serious tone, that he’s honored to be the first to make a suit for him. Silence filled the room after that; just the sound of voices from outside and Masaki’s humming can be heard. Masaki announced that he’ll be taking the measurement of his neck, and that Sho shouldn’t worry that he might suddenly strangle him. They both chuckled at that joke. The man stepped closer to him, and he just realized how taller Masaki was than him, by a few inches. He asked Sho to take his tie off for a moment, and then wrapped the tape just above Sho’s collarbone was afterwards; he read the measurement then jot it down.
“So Ohno-san told me you’ve only been a tailor for six months,” said Sho.
“Trainee for two months, uh-huh. Does that bother you?” Masaki asked, though he was smiling. “I was actually an illustrator before, but the jobs I kept getting weren’t really that good. Toshi-chan’s a good friend of mine from way back then, so he asked me if I wanted to work for him. I was unsure at first since I don’t know anything about this, but he trained me and got me through it,” his smile widened, apologizing for rambling on. Sho told him that it’s fine, that he should go on. But Masaki shook his head while wearing a small pout.
“What about you, Sakurai-san, any jobs before becoming an attorney?” Masaki asked then crouched down. Sho, flustered, took a step back making the tailor laugh. It took a few moments for the man to calm down, still giggling. “Time to measure for the pants, Sakurai-san!”
He felt his cheeks heat up, suddenly feeling stupid for what he just did. He stepped closer again, and Masaki eyed him suspiciously for a second before he started taking the measurement of Sho’s hips. He was snickering almost the whole time, making it hard for him to hold onto the tape measure properly. Sho cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to look at the scraps of fabrics all over the table instead of the mirror or Masaki. The tailor apologized, clearing his throat as well, then turned serious again; jotting down the measurement of Sho’s hips, then moving on to the outseam. He asked Sho to stand up properly to which the other obeyed right away, and then pressed one end of the tape to his hip, letting it slide down to his ankle. Sho was staring at the mirror again, his gaze on the now kneeling Masaki in front of him. He swallowed the lump on his throat, then spoke, “Do you like being a tailor, Aiba-san?”
“Well at first I found it very hard,” replied Masaki. “But in the end, I did get the hang of it, so yeah! I may not be an illustrator like I planned to be, but at least I’m happy here with Toshi-chan and the others.” The man wrote down the measurement before looking up at him whiles smiling. “How about you, do you like being a lawyer?”
“Attorney. There’s a slight difference between lawy—“
“Alright, alright,” the tailor cut him off, jokingly heaving a frustrated sigh and rolling his eyes at the process, moving to the other leg to take the measurement. “So do you?”
“No,” Sho said, sighing. “It’s too stressful.”
“I see.” Masaki nodded then got up with his notebook and pencil on hand, writing the measurement down. “Well what job do you want, that can make you feel at peace?”
“Is there even such a thing as a job that can make one feel at peace?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged, placing the notebook back down on the chair. “Because if you like doing that job, then you’re at peace, right? Or is that too optimistic-thinking? That’s how I feel for this job, actually: peace. I guess the only thing stressful about this job is Jun and Nino’s bickering… Don’t tell Nino I told you that. He’d kill me.”
Sho can’t help but laugh. It made Masaki’s worried expression turn into a cheerful one. The tailor then commented on how nice his laugh sounded, making Sho stop abruptly, flushed. The other’s grin turned into a pout before kneeling down in front of him again and announcing that it’s time to take the measurement for the inseam. Sho shifted on his feet then stood up properly again; he held his breath when he felt Masaki’s hand and the tape measure travel up his leg, then stopped just near his groin before looking at the measurement. He sighed in relief when the other moved his hand away to jot the measurement down; but he held his breath again when Masaki did the same thing for his other leg. Masaki was glancing at him from time to time, snickering and commenting on how serious he looked. His heart was beating awfully fast inside his chest, and he thought to himself that it was just the effect of caffeine in his system, pushing aside the thought of the tailor's hand so close to him. He sighed once again when Masaki got up, announced that he’s done and draped the tape measure on his neck, going through the measurements he wrote on his notebook while chewing on the ferrule of his pencil. Sho was looking at him from the mirror, a small smile forming on his lips as he watched. He grabbed his tie from the table, and then put it on while talking to Masaki about the next time he is to come back to the shop. He’s to come back to the shop three days later to pick the type of fabric Sho would like.
“Sakurai-san,” Masaki called out for him as they both made their way out of the fitting room. He felt the other two tailor’s gazes at them, and did all he could not to look back and focus on Masaki. Sho lifted a questioning eyebrow. “Three days from now is a weekend. I expect you to wear something casual.”
He wondered why for a moment, but chose not to say anything and just agreed with a smile. Sho went downstairs with Masaki following suit. The tailor greeted some senior citizens that were having tea and a nice conversation with Satoshi. He moved away from Sho to cheerfully play with some of the children the people bought with them. The sight made Sho smile, so he just excused himself to leave. But Masaki still followed him out of the door, waved goodbye, and then cheerfully told him to come back right away. He found himself waving back and smiling before getting inside his car and pulling back from the shop’s parking and driving away, back to the office.
His colleague, Oshinari Shugo, just laughed at him when he told him what happened down at Ohno’s Tailoring, but stopped when Sho glared at him (“You’re so clueless sometimes, Sakurai!”). He spent the remaining time of the workday by going through the paperwork needed to be reviewed before getting passed around the other attorneys of their firm. Shugo kept teasing him every few minutes about what happened, but he simply ignored him and focused on his work. He even rejected the man’s invitation of going out for a few drinks and some karaage before going home. What irritates Sho though, is that he can tolerate the other’s constant teasing since he has been like that ever since, but how come it’s affecting him just then?
Three days passed in a blink, and Sho found himself standing in front of the building the same way he was three days earlier. Card in hand and everything. He shoved the card inside his pants pocket, grasped on the door’s handle, and stepping inside. He was greeted by a chorus of welcomes, along with Masaki this time. Masaki approached him right away and showed him a drawing—it was his suit. He smiled, complimenting the tailor’s drawing before following behind him to one of the rooms. His eyes wandered around in awe as he entered the room filled with different types and colors of fabrics, mannequins, and different suits on different racks. Masaki, on the other hand, was busy explaining to him the different types of fabric inside the room; Sho had to stop him, saying how he can’t catch up. They both laughed, and then Masaki apologized for rambling on; the tailor then started telling him the type of fabrics that had the color he wanted—Royal Blue—then picked them out, laying down on the big table at the center of the room. They stood there, Sho admiring the fabrics in front of him. Masaki told him to pick whichever one he likes, and he’ll work with that. And if he doesn’t find anything that fits his fancy, Masaki can talk to Satoshi so they can order something else.
“I’m sure I’ll like something from here,” said Sho, examining Masaki’s face while he looks at the fabrics. He averted his gaze when Masaki looked back, staring at the fabric in front of him instead. His hand brushed over each of the fabric, and in the corner of his eye, he saw Masaki smiling at him. The latter told him to take as much time as he needs, and he did. Each of the fabric felt very nice on his fingertips, that it made it hard for him to choose. But in the end, among the ten types Masaki got out, he picked the seventh one. Masaki listed it down then smiled at him, asking if he wants to drink something before going home. He found himself accepting the man’s offer and sitting down with the four tailors on the table the senior citizens were at a few days ago; laughing, sharing stories and such. Satoshi is actually the grandson of a famous tailor back then, and the building “Ohno’s Tailoring” was handed down to him a few years ago, and he was planning on getting the building renovated but it might face some difficulty because work might need to stop for it to happen. The four tailors have been friends for years now, Matsumoto Jun told him. College friends who ended up working together.
“MatsuJun wanted to be a designer while Nino wanted to be a game developer,” Masaki said before taking a sip of his drink. Kazunari gave a snarky comment something along the lines of “well look what happened to us” that made everyone laugh. Satoshi asked the both of them—Masaki and Sho—about the progress of the suit, and Masaki answered that they already picked the fabric for it, then asked about Kitagawa-san’s suit, to which Kazunari answered that Jun was being a jerk about the fabric needed. Sho just sat there, watching the four friends bicker and calm each other down while he sips on his own drink. Masaki followed him outside to his car, telling him to come back three days later or sooner if he’s okay with it. Sho nodded with a smile before going home. He can’t help but feel that lump on his throat again as he pulls back from the parking, seeing Masaki wave goodbye at him while smiling.
Sakurai Sho never expected that three days later, he’d be spending the entire day there watching Masaki and the other three work on their suits; that he’d even go out and buy some coffee for everyone, including the senior citizens that visit the shop every few days or so. That he’d have such a great time with his new friends (“I declare Sho-chan as our new friend!”) that Masaki would start calling him by his first name—he didn’t mind— and him calling him by his. His visits went on every few days for three weeks.
“What do you think?” asked Masaki after he moved away from the table to let the other take a look. Sho was, in all honesty, astonished by the tailor’s work. He flashed a sideways smile, gave a thumbs-up, making Masaki beam. They were currently up the second floor while the other three were downstairs working on their suit for Kitagawa-san. His gaze moved from Masaki to the blazer again, staring at it in amazement. Masaki then told him that it was getting late, making Sho look at him again, this time with a slight frown. The tailor was smiling rather apologetically. He checked the time on his watch; it was way past the shop’s closing time already. He and Masaki went downstairs, and Sho had to reject Matsumoto Jun’s offer of coffee, then went home.
Two days passed, and Sho came back to the shop with two boxes of donuts and some coffee (he finally let himself drink some after so long) and as he was setting the table downstairs, Kazunari walked up behind him, suddenly asking what he was doing, making him flinch; he turned to look at the shorter man, trying to look as calm as ever before replying that he bought some donuts for everyone.
“Everyone, huh,” Kazunari smirked before grabbing a donut and taking a bite of it. He watched as the man leaned back on the table, staring back at him. It made him feel uncomfortable. Sho reached for his cup of coffee, drinking some of it so he had a reason not to look back anymore. Luckily Jun, Masaki and Satoshi came down, and beamed at the boxes of donuts. Masaki pulled him away for a moment, telling him that he shouldn’t have, but he just replied with a smile, telling Masaki that they’re friends and it’s the least he can do. He saw Kazunari watching them from the corner of his eye.
They spent the day just chatting on the table, and before evening, the four tailors went back to work: Kazunari, Jun and Satoshi downstairs, Masaki and Sho upstairs. Kitagawa-san’s suit was progressing faster though, and Sho asked Masaki if he finds it hard to work on a suit just by himself, to which the latter replied that he’s alright, that he can do it. His suit, on the other hand, was getting there (it had been a few weeks already after all) and was already set to try on. So he and Masaki went inside the fitting room and very carefully put on the suit. Sho was staring at his reflection on the mirror, admiring the suit. Granted, it still wasn’t finished and still needs some more touches here and there. Yet it still looked amazing. Masaki was behind him, observing his work with a serious look on his face. Sho smiled at him, and it took a few seconds for the latter to return it. He took the suit off after that and complimented Masaki on the great work he’d done so far. Masaki just rubbed his nape while smiling. The pair stayed inside the fitting room, with the suit placed carefully on the table at the corner while the two of them sat on the floor, backs leaned against the big mirror.
“I actually wanted to be a writer back then,” Sho blurted out loud. The tailor let out a soft hum to show that he was listening, nodding slightly. “I used to write these short stories when I was in middle school—I also worked for a local newspaper as an intern—but since my family was very strict, they wanted me to take law instead of journalism when I reached college.”
“That sucks,” Masaki furrowed his eyebrows then averted his gaze from the wall in front of them, now staring at Sho with a frown. Sho just shrugged, telling him that it’s too late anyway. He’s already in his 30s, after all. Sho was examining the features of Masaki’s face and eventually moved his gaze away from his face when he realized that he was staring for a long time.
“How many stories have you written, Sho-chan?” asked Masaki. He thought about it for a minute, trying to remember the short stories he had written back then. The other was patiently waiting for an answer from him.
“More than a dozen, I’m sure,” he smiled, suddenly remembering the very first short story he had ever written back then. “Mostly suspense though. I only let a few people read them.” Masaki was looking at him, confused, and then asked him why. He told him that he felt conscious back then while he fidgeted with his fingers. The other was smiling softly at him then looked up front again. He told Sho that even though he has never read a story of his, he was sure that it must have been a great read to his “readers”. The attorney chuckled in response, making the other pout before looking at the clock.
“Ah, it’s getting late,” Masaki mumbled, and when he tried to get up, Sho stopped him by holding onto his wrist, telling him that he has no plans or work tomorrow, that he can stay a little longer. A smile crept onto the tailor’s face again before sitting back down properly, leaning back on the wall again. They both talked about random topics: Masaki’s dog back at his hometown, Chiba; Sho’s old cat that ran away when he was in high school; even talked about how Satoshi would often fall asleep at the front desk during late afternoons. They both laughed, and Masaki told him not to tell. Then without realizing it, the conversation went from Satoshi sleeping to how Sho’s sister would read these romance novels that Sho despises, especially when she would read aloud to him about it. Masaki kept on laughing because of Sho’s facial expressions as he told the story.
But even though he despised those cheesy romance novels, Sho found himself doing exactly what the fictional characters were doing: slowly leaning in, gently brushing his lips on Masaki’s for a quick moment as if to make sure he won’t be pushed away, and after making sure that he won’t, he’d press their lips together—a deep kiss—and he’d feel his heart beat faster than ever. And in the back of his mind, he’d hope that Masaki was feeling it too. The both of them were quiet afterwards, just staring at the wall in front of them. Sho took a deep breath, exhaled, and then repeated it again before excusing himself to go home. Masaki followed him down, and was greeted by three of the other tailors. Neither one of them replied and just bid goodbye to each other outside. And as Sho pulled away from the parking lot, he could see Masaki just standing there, looking at anywhere but him. Yet his heart was still beating very, very fast.
He didn’t come back the next day after that; or the day after that; or the following days after that. Satoshi contacted him two weeks later informing him that his suit was finished, that he can come by anytime to pick it up. He heard Kazunari’s voice; telling Satoshi to ask him why he hadn’t been visiting, but thankfully the master tailor didn’t do so and just repeated that his suit was done before hanging up. Sho plopped down on his couch, looking up at the ceiling and remembering what he had done to Masaki two weeks ago. He felt terrible. He decided to come over a few days later—he had to gather the courage to face Masaki again—and the moment he stepped inside the shop, he was bombarded with questions from Kazunari, demanding for an explanation. Satoshi calmly pulled the younger male away as Jun laughed. Satoshi told him that Masaki was upstairs, at the fitting room, and that he should go see him.
His footsteps got heavier and heavier as he got nearer to the second floor. The guilt that’s been nibbling on him for the past two weeks have already eaten him whole. He grasped on the doorknob, twisting it and stepping inside. Masaki was standing with his back facing him, making little adjustments to his suit. Sho cleared his throat, making the tailor look at him, a smile appearing on his face. He tried hard to ignore the fast beatings of his heart and stepped closer to the man, looking at the mannequin behind him that was wearing his suit and then complimented the work he had done. Masaki thanked him, then took off the blazer from the mannequin then handed over to him, saying that the pants were at the table. Sho put the suit on and admired how he looked like afterwards. If he was astonished with how the suit looked when it was still in progress, then he’s even more astonished with the finished product.
“Sho-chan, did you know that Toshi-chan told me once, when I was still new here, that one of the other reasons this fitting room is private is because of the conversations tailors and clients have?” They met gazes through the mirror. Sho stayed quiet, shaking his head. “I thought it was weird at first, but I guess now I kind of understand why, so,
“Why did you kiss me that night?” asked Masaki. Sho fumbled for his words, trying to form the answer in his mind. Masaki was just staring at him with a calm expression on his face. Why did he kiss him? He asked himself. His thoughts of different possible reasons were jumbled around in his mind; it was hard because he was thinking of Masaki’s smile, his laugh, and his epic-fail wink instead of actual reasons. And after what felt like eternity, he answered:
“I have feelings for you, Masaki,” Sho said, took a deep breath then exhaled afterwards, looking down at his shoes. “I’m sorry for doing what I did. I know you don’t feel the same way and it was rude of m—“
“You know, I think red would suit you too,” Masaki interrupted him; he was rubbing his chin and staring at Sho when he moved his gaze from his shoes to the mirror again. He arched an eyebrow, confused at what the tailor meant by that. He asked him what he meant, and Masaki just lifted an eyebrow back at him. “Well if we do start dating now… you might get a discount on a new red suit, Sho-chan,”
Sho’s heart skipped a beat as the words sink in to him. Masaki had a gleeful smile on his face; he stepped closer to Sho then pressed a soft kiss on his lips before telling him how clueless he can be sometimes. Sho blinked at him, then eventually returned the smile.
Author:
nidesux a.k.a moi Length: One Shot. 5.2k words.
Pairing: Sho x Masaki a.k.a Sakuraba
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU Fluff, a little bit of humor.
Summary: Ohno’s Tailoring is one of the most well-known tailor shops in Japan today. Sakurai Sho, an attorney at a local law firm, has decided to get a suit made.
Note: I did say I was going to write another sakuraba thing (which I already did a couple of days ago? lol). It's not like that thing I wrote
sushi4ever Mari-san! I didn't tell you that I was going to write some sakuraba for your birthday but, hey! I wrote some SA for 'ya! I guess this is also my way of thanking you because if it weren't for you, getting curious about the very first chaptered fic I posted here of SA (though it's still f-locked lol) and commented on it, I wouldn't have had the guts to start sharing my trash here. Oh oh and you were the very first SA shipper I ever met. Okaaaaaay. Happy happy birthday! <3 (Sorry for my rambling.)P.S: I don't know that much in tailoring/tailor shops, so I apologize for any mistakes. I changed things around here, hence that's why it's AU and fanfiction. And as always, comments are appreciated! :D (tbh I already forgot what I wrote since I did this a few weeks ago lol)
Sakurai Sho was eyeing the small card his officemate back at the law firm handed over to him the other week. It had the words “Ohno’s Tailoring” written beautifully in cursive, and under it had the name of the owner-slash-master tailor, the address of the shop, and the contact numbers. He was honestly feeling hesitant in entering the establishment, judging by the look of the building from outside. Sho wouldn’t have thought that the thing in front of him was recognized as one of the best tailor shops in Japan. With eyebrows furrowed, he examined the building for a while: it was obviously an old building already—probably handed down by each generation—, some of the windows, especially on the second floor, were already close to breaking. The only thing that made it obvious that the building was a tailor shop, were the display of suits at the window downstairs.
Pushing his overly-judgmental thoughts aside; he fixed his tie, stepped closer to the door, grasped its handle before turning and pushing it ajar. He was greeted with a chorus of welcomes. The man standing at the front desk approached him with a warm smile. Sho guessed that the man was the owner. They both shook hands and exchanged names. Ohno Satoshi told him how his officemate had contacted him saying that he might drop in any time.
“The time has come,” Sho joked, returning the man’s smile. Satoshi gave a soft chuckle, asking to follow him afterwards. The man guided him to a table, telling him to sit down at the bench and make himself feel at home. With an awkward smile, he sat down and watched the owner pull out a book. He told Sho to flip through the pages and tell him which one suits his fancy, and then they’d proceed to the measurements etcetera. Or if he prefers a design not found in the book, Satoshi would make a design himself. Sho was a little flushed by the man’s kindness, but hid it by clearing his throat and opening the book, skimming through its pages.
After a while of going through the book’s pages, Sho picked one that had a deep shade of blue. Royal blue is what Satoshi told him, again wearing that patient smile of his. They started talking about the process of making the suit. It will take more than a month for it to be made. He agreed to it, and was about to pay, but the man stopped him; saying how they have to finalize which fabric is to be used and the measurements first. Satoshi then took the clipboard that was right beside him, going through some papers. His expression was very serious, and Sho found it funny how the man’s lips would purse in concentration to whatever it was he’s thinking. A moment passed of silence between them, only the distant sound of voices upstairs being heard. He was about to ask if everything was alright when Satoshi looked up at him, a smile appearing on his face once again.
“The other tailors and I are, sadly, preoccupied for the moment—I forgot about Kitagawa-san’s suit, sorry—the person who’s going to make your suit is Aiba Masaki,” said Satoshi, “He’s still a bit new here, I’m afraid. Just passing over six months. Is that alright with you, Sakurai-san?”
Sho was taken aback by the sudden information. A newbie making his suit? He wanted to say those words out loud, but his mouth was faster than his mind, uttering a “yes” right away. This made Satoshi’s smile widen; he then proceeded to telling him some of Aiba Masaki’s work over the past few months: how the man had made a suit for someone in the entertainment industry just the other month, for an award show. Even Sho was surprised, though he was surprised more on the fact that Satoshi had let a newcomer work on such an important person, for an important event. But at the same time, he can’t help but feel admiration for the man. He knew that he can’t and will never do that if he were the boss of the establishment. But he wasn’t, so he kept his mouth shut and just followed behind when Satoshi got up and went upstairs. The two men who greeted him moments ago downstairs—Satoshi introduced them as Matsumoto Jun and Ninomiya Kazunari—were there, bickering over something. Their presence silenced them right away, and the pair greeted them before going back to work; though some glares were thrown here and there.
“They’re always like that, don’t worry,” the man reassured him before asking him to follow him towards the back. Sho could hear Jun and Kazunari continue bickering over which color to go with for a suit as he passed by, and soon enough there were only silence again. The inside of the shop was large and the interior design was very classy despite the building looking quite old already. It fascinated Sho to an extent. He and Satoshi made it to the back of the second floor and were greeted by a man he guesses was Aiba Masaki, the man who’s going to make his suit. The man who made a suit for a celebrity just a few months ago. He must have been staring since the man had to call his name a few times before he answered back. They exchanged bows and the tailor introduced himself before taking a seat to discuss the suit. Masaki and Satoshi proceeded to talk about the suit, with Sho giving out answers every now and then. Afterwards, the tailor asked him if he’s alright with taking the measurements right away or if he wants to schedule it for a different day. Sho replied, saying that it’s better to take the measurements today since he has an important meeting to go to the following day.
Masaki nodded, got up, and asked Sho to follow him. He bowed his head slightly at Satoshi before following suit. The tailor guided him to a room at the other end of the floor. Satoshi bid goodbye to the both of them as he made his way down the stairs, greeting the new clients that had just entered. Hearing the cheerful voices downstairs before he entered a room with the other tailor shocked him. The shop was popular after all. The room was silent when Masaki closed the door behind them. It’s the shop’s fitting room, Masaki told him before moving over to one side of the room, rummaging through cabinets. Sho looked around room; it was slightly cramped because of the things inside, but it was big enough. It had a big mirror on the wall and he found himself staring at his reflection before his gaze wandered over to the man behind him. The silence between them felt somewhat comfortable, to Sho at least. And after a few moments of silence, Masaki started talking about the way he’s going to make the suit to reach Sho’s expectations. He answered back, saying that the tailor should make it however he feels like making it, because it’s fine with him. His answer made the tailor snicker before standing up properly. Masaki was holding a small notebook, pencil and tape measure; he wrote on a page of the notebook, and then showed it to him, asking if he got the kanji of Sho’s name right. Sho nodded.
The tailor politely bowed first before he started taking his measurements. Masaki started with Sho’s over-arm shoulder width, commenting on how nice his slopping shoulders were and then smirking when Sho let out an awkward laugh. He announced the measurement before jotting it down on the notebook; he then told Sho that the reason they have a private fitting room was because some of the clients feel conscious about their measurements (“We don’t do anything inappropriate back here, I swear.”) to which Sho just bit back a smile, nodded, and continued staring at Masaki through the mirror; darting his eyes away when the latter met gazes with him. He was asked by Masaki to lift his arms up a bit, and then moved in front of him to take the measurement of his chest. The tailor mumbled the measurement before writing it down; he asked Sho what his job was, and that it’s alright if he doesn’t want to tell him. That it’s just his way of breaking the ice. Sho wasn’t the type to just blurt out his personal information—be it about work or his personal life—but he found himself telling Masaki that he works as an attorney at his father’s law firm. The other hummed in response, then said after if that was it. He was confused for a second, so Masaki asked him if there aren’t any stories about his working life. Sho chuckled, almost bitterly, and then said no. It was Sho’s turn to ask him a question now; he asked him if he doesn’t feel awkward being so close to people and taking measurements of different parts of their body.
“Well,” Masaki began as he measured Sho’s right arm, “It’s my job, you see. All tailors do this. Though I guess the only thing awkward about this job is when clients think there’s something behind my curiosity with their life and work. They think I’m interested or something! Especially when I’m in the middle of taking measurements.
“Say, Sakurai-san, is this your first time going to a tailor?” Masaki glanced at him before moving over to the left arm. Sho’s gaze followed him from the mirror; he nodded in answer, making the tailor chuckle softly. He asked what was wrong, and the other merely shrugged, saying how cute his answers were to Satoshi asking what his opinion was on the process of making the suit. “You just kept on agreeing!”
Sho felt his cheeks heat up, averting his eyes from watching Masaki. The tailor then told him, in a serious tone, that he’s honored to be the first to make a suit for him. Silence filled the room after that; just the sound of voices from outside and Masaki’s humming can be heard. Masaki announced that he’ll be taking the measurement of his neck, and that Sho shouldn’t worry that he might suddenly strangle him. They both chuckled at that joke. The man stepped closer to him, and he just realized how taller Masaki was than him, by a few inches. He asked Sho to take his tie off for a moment, and then wrapped the tape just above Sho’s collarbone was afterwards; he read the measurement then jot it down.
“So Ohno-san told me you’ve only been a tailor for six months,” said Sho.
“Trainee for two months, uh-huh. Does that bother you?” Masaki asked, though he was smiling. “I was actually an illustrator before, but the jobs I kept getting weren’t really that good. Toshi-chan’s a good friend of mine from way back then, so he asked me if I wanted to work for him. I was unsure at first since I don’t know anything about this, but he trained me and got me through it,” his smile widened, apologizing for rambling on. Sho told him that it’s fine, that he should go on. But Masaki shook his head while wearing a small pout.
“What about you, Sakurai-san, any jobs before becoming an attorney?” Masaki asked then crouched down. Sho, flustered, took a step back making the tailor laugh. It took a few moments for the man to calm down, still giggling. “Time to measure for the pants, Sakurai-san!”
He felt his cheeks heat up, suddenly feeling stupid for what he just did. He stepped closer again, and Masaki eyed him suspiciously for a second before he started taking the measurement of Sho’s hips. He was snickering almost the whole time, making it hard for him to hold onto the tape measure properly. Sho cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to look at the scraps of fabrics all over the table instead of the mirror or Masaki. The tailor apologized, clearing his throat as well, then turned serious again; jotting down the measurement of Sho’s hips, then moving on to the outseam. He asked Sho to stand up properly to which the other obeyed right away, and then pressed one end of the tape to his hip, letting it slide down to his ankle. Sho was staring at the mirror again, his gaze on the now kneeling Masaki in front of him. He swallowed the lump on his throat, then spoke, “Do you like being a tailor, Aiba-san?”
“Well at first I found it very hard,” replied Masaki. “But in the end, I did get the hang of it, so yeah! I may not be an illustrator like I planned to be, but at least I’m happy here with Toshi-chan and the others.” The man wrote down the measurement before looking up at him whiles smiling. “How about you, do you like being a lawyer?”
“Attorney. There’s a slight difference between lawy—“
“Alright, alright,” the tailor cut him off, jokingly heaving a frustrated sigh and rolling his eyes at the process, moving to the other leg to take the measurement. “So do you?”
“No,” Sho said, sighing. “It’s too stressful.”
“I see.” Masaki nodded then got up with his notebook and pencil on hand, writing the measurement down. “Well what job do you want, that can make you feel at peace?”
“Is there even such a thing as a job that can make one feel at peace?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged, placing the notebook back down on the chair. “Because if you like doing that job, then you’re at peace, right? Or is that too optimistic-thinking? That’s how I feel for this job, actually: peace. I guess the only thing stressful about this job is Jun and Nino’s bickering… Don’t tell Nino I told you that. He’d kill me.”
Sho can’t help but laugh. It made Masaki’s worried expression turn into a cheerful one. The tailor then commented on how nice his laugh sounded, making Sho stop abruptly, flushed. The other’s grin turned into a pout before kneeling down in front of him again and announcing that it’s time to take the measurement for the inseam. Sho shifted on his feet then stood up properly again; he held his breath when he felt Masaki’s hand and the tape measure travel up his leg, then stopped just near his groin before looking at the measurement. He sighed in relief when the other moved his hand away to jot the measurement down; but he held his breath again when Masaki did the same thing for his other leg. Masaki was glancing at him from time to time, snickering and commenting on how serious he looked. His heart was beating awfully fast inside his chest, and he thought to himself that it was just the effect of caffeine in his system, pushing aside the thought of the tailor's hand so close to him. He sighed once again when Masaki got up, announced that he’s done and draped the tape measure on his neck, going through the measurements he wrote on his notebook while chewing on the ferrule of his pencil. Sho was looking at him from the mirror, a small smile forming on his lips as he watched. He grabbed his tie from the table, and then put it on while talking to Masaki about the next time he is to come back to the shop. He’s to come back to the shop three days later to pick the type of fabric Sho would like.
“Sakurai-san,” Masaki called out for him as they both made their way out of the fitting room. He felt the other two tailor’s gazes at them, and did all he could not to look back and focus on Masaki. Sho lifted a questioning eyebrow. “Three days from now is a weekend. I expect you to wear something casual.”
He wondered why for a moment, but chose not to say anything and just agreed with a smile. Sho went downstairs with Masaki following suit. The tailor greeted some senior citizens that were having tea and a nice conversation with Satoshi. He moved away from Sho to cheerfully play with some of the children the people bought with them. The sight made Sho smile, so he just excused himself to leave. But Masaki still followed him out of the door, waved goodbye, and then cheerfully told him to come back right away. He found himself waving back and smiling before getting inside his car and pulling back from the shop’s parking and driving away, back to the office.
His colleague, Oshinari Shugo, just laughed at him when he told him what happened down at Ohno’s Tailoring, but stopped when Sho glared at him (“You’re so clueless sometimes, Sakurai!”). He spent the remaining time of the workday by going through the paperwork needed to be reviewed before getting passed around the other attorneys of their firm. Shugo kept teasing him every few minutes about what happened, but he simply ignored him and focused on his work. He even rejected the man’s invitation of going out for a few drinks and some karaage before going home. What irritates Sho though, is that he can tolerate the other’s constant teasing since he has been like that ever since, but how come it’s affecting him just then?
Three days passed in a blink, and Sho found himself standing in front of the building the same way he was three days earlier. Card in hand and everything. He shoved the card inside his pants pocket, grasped on the door’s handle, and stepping inside. He was greeted by a chorus of welcomes, along with Masaki this time. Masaki approached him right away and showed him a drawing—it was his suit. He smiled, complimenting the tailor’s drawing before following behind him to one of the rooms. His eyes wandered around in awe as he entered the room filled with different types and colors of fabrics, mannequins, and different suits on different racks. Masaki, on the other hand, was busy explaining to him the different types of fabric inside the room; Sho had to stop him, saying how he can’t catch up. They both laughed, and then Masaki apologized for rambling on; the tailor then started telling him the type of fabrics that had the color he wanted—Royal Blue—then picked them out, laying down on the big table at the center of the room. They stood there, Sho admiring the fabrics in front of him. Masaki told him to pick whichever one he likes, and he’ll work with that. And if he doesn’t find anything that fits his fancy, Masaki can talk to Satoshi so they can order something else.
“I’m sure I’ll like something from here,” said Sho, examining Masaki’s face while he looks at the fabrics. He averted his gaze when Masaki looked back, staring at the fabric in front of him instead. His hand brushed over each of the fabric, and in the corner of his eye, he saw Masaki smiling at him. The latter told him to take as much time as he needs, and he did. Each of the fabric felt very nice on his fingertips, that it made it hard for him to choose. But in the end, among the ten types Masaki got out, he picked the seventh one. Masaki listed it down then smiled at him, asking if he wants to drink something before going home. He found himself accepting the man’s offer and sitting down with the four tailors on the table the senior citizens were at a few days ago; laughing, sharing stories and such. Satoshi is actually the grandson of a famous tailor back then, and the building “Ohno’s Tailoring” was handed down to him a few years ago, and he was planning on getting the building renovated but it might face some difficulty because work might need to stop for it to happen. The four tailors have been friends for years now, Matsumoto Jun told him. College friends who ended up working together.
“MatsuJun wanted to be a designer while Nino wanted to be a game developer,” Masaki said before taking a sip of his drink. Kazunari gave a snarky comment something along the lines of “well look what happened to us” that made everyone laugh. Satoshi asked the both of them—Masaki and Sho—about the progress of the suit, and Masaki answered that they already picked the fabric for it, then asked about Kitagawa-san’s suit, to which Kazunari answered that Jun was being a jerk about the fabric needed. Sho just sat there, watching the four friends bicker and calm each other down while he sips on his own drink. Masaki followed him outside to his car, telling him to come back three days later or sooner if he’s okay with it. Sho nodded with a smile before going home. He can’t help but feel that lump on his throat again as he pulls back from the parking, seeing Masaki wave goodbye at him while smiling.
Sakurai Sho never expected that three days later, he’d be spending the entire day there watching Masaki and the other three work on their suits; that he’d even go out and buy some coffee for everyone, including the senior citizens that visit the shop every few days or so. That he’d have such a great time with his new friends (“I declare Sho-chan as our new friend!”) that Masaki would start calling him by his first name—he didn’t mind— and him calling him by his. His visits went on every few days for three weeks.
“What do you think?” asked Masaki after he moved away from the table to let the other take a look. Sho was, in all honesty, astonished by the tailor’s work. He flashed a sideways smile, gave a thumbs-up, making Masaki beam. They were currently up the second floor while the other three were downstairs working on their suit for Kitagawa-san. His gaze moved from Masaki to the blazer again, staring at it in amazement. Masaki then told him that it was getting late, making Sho look at him again, this time with a slight frown. The tailor was smiling rather apologetically. He checked the time on his watch; it was way past the shop’s closing time already. He and Masaki went downstairs, and Sho had to reject Matsumoto Jun’s offer of coffee, then went home.
Two days passed, and Sho came back to the shop with two boxes of donuts and some coffee (he finally let himself drink some after so long) and as he was setting the table downstairs, Kazunari walked up behind him, suddenly asking what he was doing, making him flinch; he turned to look at the shorter man, trying to look as calm as ever before replying that he bought some donuts for everyone.
“Everyone, huh,” Kazunari smirked before grabbing a donut and taking a bite of it. He watched as the man leaned back on the table, staring back at him. It made him feel uncomfortable. Sho reached for his cup of coffee, drinking some of it so he had a reason not to look back anymore. Luckily Jun, Masaki and Satoshi came down, and beamed at the boxes of donuts. Masaki pulled him away for a moment, telling him that he shouldn’t have, but he just replied with a smile, telling Masaki that they’re friends and it’s the least he can do. He saw Kazunari watching them from the corner of his eye.
They spent the day just chatting on the table, and before evening, the four tailors went back to work: Kazunari, Jun and Satoshi downstairs, Masaki and Sho upstairs. Kitagawa-san’s suit was progressing faster though, and Sho asked Masaki if he finds it hard to work on a suit just by himself, to which the latter replied that he’s alright, that he can do it. His suit, on the other hand, was getting there (it had been a few weeks already after all) and was already set to try on. So he and Masaki went inside the fitting room and very carefully put on the suit. Sho was staring at his reflection on the mirror, admiring the suit. Granted, it still wasn’t finished and still needs some more touches here and there. Yet it still looked amazing. Masaki was behind him, observing his work with a serious look on his face. Sho smiled at him, and it took a few seconds for the latter to return it. He took the suit off after that and complimented Masaki on the great work he’d done so far. Masaki just rubbed his nape while smiling. The pair stayed inside the fitting room, with the suit placed carefully on the table at the corner while the two of them sat on the floor, backs leaned against the big mirror.
“I actually wanted to be a writer back then,” Sho blurted out loud. The tailor let out a soft hum to show that he was listening, nodding slightly. “I used to write these short stories when I was in middle school—I also worked for a local newspaper as an intern—but since my family was very strict, they wanted me to take law instead of journalism when I reached college.”
“That sucks,” Masaki furrowed his eyebrows then averted his gaze from the wall in front of them, now staring at Sho with a frown. Sho just shrugged, telling him that it’s too late anyway. He’s already in his 30s, after all. Sho was examining the features of Masaki’s face and eventually moved his gaze away from his face when he realized that he was staring for a long time.
“How many stories have you written, Sho-chan?” asked Masaki. He thought about it for a minute, trying to remember the short stories he had written back then. The other was patiently waiting for an answer from him.
“More than a dozen, I’m sure,” he smiled, suddenly remembering the very first short story he had ever written back then. “Mostly suspense though. I only let a few people read them.” Masaki was looking at him, confused, and then asked him why. He told him that he felt conscious back then while he fidgeted with his fingers. The other was smiling softly at him then looked up front again. He told Sho that even though he has never read a story of his, he was sure that it must have been a great read to his “readers”. The attorney chuckled in response, making the other pout before looking at the clock.
“Ah, it’s getting late,” Masaki mumbled, and when he tried to get up, Sho stopped him by holding onto his wrist, telling him that he has no plans or work tomorrow, that he can stay a little longer. A smile crept onto the tailor’s face again before sitting back down properly, leaning back on the wall again. They both talked about random topics: Masaki’s dog back at his hometown, Chiba; Sho’s old cat that ran away when he was in high school; even talked about how Satoshi would often fall asleep at the front desk during late afternoons. They both laughed, and Masaki told him not to tell. Then without realizing it, the conversation went from Satoshi sleeping to how Sho’s sister would read these romance novels that Sho despises, especially when she would read aloud to him about it. Masaki kept on laughing because of Sho’s facial expressions as he told the story.
But even though he despised those cheesy romance novels, Sho found himself doing exactly what the fictional characters were doing: slowly leaning in, gently brushing his lips on Masaki’s for a quick moment as if to make sure he won’t be pushed away, and after making sure that he won’t, he’d press their lips together—a deep kiss—and he’d feel his heart beat faster than ever. And in the back of his mind, he’d hope that Masaki was feeling it too. The both of them were quiet afterwards, just staring at the wall in front of them. Sho took a deep breath, exhaled, and then repeated it again before excusing himself to go home. Masaki followed him down, and was greeted by three of the other tailors. Neither one of them replied and just bid goodbye to each other outside. And as Sho pulled away from the parking lot, he could see Masaki just standing there, looking at anywhere but him. Yet his heart was still beating very, very fast.
He didn’t come back the next day after that; or the day after that; or the following days after that. Satoshi contacted him two weeks later informing him that his suit was finished, that he can come by anytime to pick it up. He heard Kazunari’s voice; telling Satoshi to ask him why he hadn’t been visiting, but thankfully the master tailor didn’t do so and just repeated that his suit was done before hanging up. Sho plopped down on his couch, looking up at the ceiling and remembering what he had done to Masaki two weeks ago. He felt terrible. He decided to come over a few days later—he had to gather the courage to face Masaki again—and the moment he stepped inside the shop, he was bombarded with questions from Kazunari, demanding for an explanation. Satoshi calmly pulled the younger male away as Jun laughed. Satoshi told him that Masaki was upstairs, at the fitting room, and that he should go see him.
His footsteps got heavier and heavier as he got nearer to the second floor. The guilt that’s been nibbling on him for the past two weeks have already eaten him whole. He grasped on the doorknob, twisting it and stepping inside. Masaki was standing with his back facing him, making little adjustments to his suit. Sho cleared his throat, making the tailor look at him, a smile appearing on his face. He tried hard to ignore the fast beatings of his heart and stepped closer to the man, looking at the mannequin behind him that was wearing his suit and then complimented the work he had done. Masaki thanked him, then took off the blazer from the mannequin then handed over to him, saying that the pants were at the table. Sho put the suit on and admired how he looked like afterwards. If he was astonished with how the suit looked when it was still in progress, then he’s even more astonished with the finished product.
“Sho-chan, did you know that Toshi-chan told me once, when I was still new here, that one of the other reasons this fitting room is private is because of the conversations tailors and clients have?” They met gazes through the mirror. Sho stayed quiet, shaking his head. “I thought it was weird at first, but I guess now I kind of understand why, so,
“Why did you kiss me that night?” asked Masaki. Sho fumbled for his words, trying to form the answer in his mind. Masaki was just staring at him with a calm expression on his face. Why did he kiss him? He asked himself. His thoughts of different possible reasons were jumbled around in his mind; it was hard because he was thinking of Masaki’s smile, his laugh, and his epic-fail wink instead of actual reasons. And after what felt like eternity, he answered:
“I have feelings for you, Masaki,” Sho said, took a deep breath then exhaled afterwards, looking down at his shoes. “I’m sorry for doing what I did. I know you don’t feel the same way and it was rude of m—“
“You know, I think red would suit you too,” Masaki interrupted him; he was rubbing his chin and staring at Sho when he moved his gaze from his shoes to the mirror again. He arched an eyebrow, confused at what the tailor meant by that. He asked him what he meant, and Masaki just lifted an eyebrow back at him. “Well if we do start dating now… you might get a discount on a new red suit, Sho-chan,”
Sho’s heart skipped a beat as the words sink in to him. Masaki had a gleeful smile on his face; he stepped closer to Sho then pressed a soft kiss on his lips before telling him how clueless he can be sometimes. Sho blinked at him, then eventually returned the smile.
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Date: 2016-08-19 09:11 pm (UTC)I will read it >
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Date: 2016-08-21 09:57 am (UTC)My heart beat so much when sho did kiss Masaki out of blue!!!!
I love it!!! I can re-read it many times!!!
Thank you for the gift!!!!
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Date: 2016-08-20 01:03 am (UTC)Soo sweet I loved it~ The way Sho was always at the shop was so cutee like he wanted to see Masaki everyday *-* But he took a while to realize his feelings for Aiba XD. He is always slow with these things hahah but fortunately at the end he confessed ^^ And, obviously, Aiba was in love with him too *-*
This ff made my day~
See you <33
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Date: 2016-08-20 07:56 am (UTC)This is so cute and sweet! Thanks!
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Date: 2016-08-20 08:29 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2016-08-20 03:53 pm (UTC)The last part make my heart scream. Aiba except Sho love confession with cheesy line?
I dont know, feel something and love it!
Thank You :)
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Date: 2016-08-20 04:12 pm (UTC)So sweet and cute .. aiba as professional tailor. The character really suits him ..
Thanks for writing such a fluffy S.A. fic
"I can't stop grinning " ❤💚
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Date: 2016-08-20 08:03 pm (UTC)I just noticed a pun there. Lmao.
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Date: 2016-08-20 07:45 pm (UTC)I didn't know it takes that long to make a suit. The cost must be expensive.
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Date: 2016-08-20 07:53 pm (UTC)And the 3 other tailors are so cute too~
Matsumiya always fighting and our sleepy leader~
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Date: 2016-08-20 11:31 pm (UTC)Sho was so bold and then so unsure of himself. But thankfully Masaki waited patiently for him.
This was so sweet. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2016-08-21 01:44 am (UTC)And HBD to Mari-chan!!!
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