Dress
She loved watching Ishida when he sewed. He never used a machine—there was only the quick glide of his fingers and the silvery flash of the needle as it dove in and out of the cloth draped across his lap. And the intent look that he always wore across his face…
"There. All done."
"Already?"
"Here. I need you to try it on."
"Oh, no, I can't do that!"
"Why not? I have to make sure it fits you!"
"But Uryuu, you know it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding!"