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[tsxji]

White like the snow in my heart | Model/Designer!AU

@ishiyxn

After his college years, the last thing Akihisa thought he would do with his fashion design degree was to create wedding dresses. Honestly, all of his college work was rather grotesque: heavy on leather and latex, darker than black, artistically speaking they were all masterpieces that could’ve been worn on any catwalk. But the true (and harsh) reality hit him of course when he was thinking about ‘What am I going to do with my degree? What will I create and make money with?’ and the man really had to think long and hard about it.

One night it just hit him ---- wedding dresses, yes. They were a necessity to any woman’s life (as long as they did not go for the butch look in a tuxedo, but that’s another story), any woman wanted to own a wedding dress and wear it with just unique and pristine elegance that nobody else could. It would be a niche for him, certainly, and he was not too opposed to creating these dresses. The only thing that bored him eventually was the colour white, but he would always make a little twist here and there: some women did not want to marry in white, thankfully. He could go a little more ‘crazy’ then, but usually, it was... kind of dull.

That was until he met a model by the name Ishigaki Koutarou who was supposed to advertise his pieces for magazines and such. Each and every time he knew that he could work with her and create a wedding dress for her petite body, it was a pleasure to create again. Quite cheesy, wasn’t it?

“You moved again.” He mumbled under his breath, with pins stuck between his lips as he walked around her to fix the size of the fabric here and there, imagining how the folds would hug her curves the way they should, therefore getting the fabrics in place before he could work without her. That’s what he had mannequins for, but it would not be a mistake to check every now and then. “I need to re-pin...” Grazing his hand over her waist to look for the pin that he used there, he fixed the whole thing according to her body. 

“You know...” Tsuji started as he was still thinking about his words, knowing that this may be a really blunt thing to say, but then again -- he was a blunt man. “...all the wedding dresses I created with you as my mannequin, you have plenty of selection for your own wedding, don’t you think?” The man couldn’t deny his infatuation for her; and it wasn’t just about her looks, sure, she was stunningly beautiful and just a pearl, but her personality was something he really admired her the most for. He was not nearly as patient as her, and usually fashion designers had to keep a cool head in stressful situations. Moving around her to check the front view, he lifted her face up by gently touching her chin, taking a few steps back to take in the full view as the pieces were put together inside his brain, imagining the end result already and knowing where and how to work in order to make his imagination reality. “Thank you. Let me open the zipper on the back and then you can move -- and breathe -- again...” He joked, walking around her to open the zipper of the work-in-progress-dress. 

Each and every time they’d work together, he meant to ask her during small talk -- ask her out on a date, really ---- but Tsuji just didn’t have it in him. He may have been good at speaking his mind, but he was not one to wear his heart on the sleeve. One could only wonder about such a beautiful girl -- she probably already had a boyfriend, or fiancé... wouldn’t that be ironic? To create her wedding dress, one after another, only to watch her marry another guy? “It... is always a pleasure working with you, Ishigaki-san.” Bowing to her after he took the dress, moving to place it neatly one of his mannequins, zipping it so nothing would move or slide ---- he had the deadline breathing down his neck, there was not much room for messing up, really. 

As she got dressed again (sure, she had her underwear and whatnot, but she couldn’t really wear an outfit underneath a wedding dress while he took measurements), he was not turning to look out of respect and decency. Tsuji was simply thankful to have such a generously spaced loft with lots of flooding light, it was always better than the artificial kind -- mostly for make up and fashion, of course.