I have like a ton of top prompts saved in a big file on my laptop. I should really look through that more.

So i found this fashion designer AU, and i was like 'YES!', so therefore i found a way to use this prompt while also sticking to the chapter prompt.

Despite knowing next to nothing about fashion, something you wouldn't believe if you saw the Miu x reader in my works list (definitely not self promotion, what're you on about? lol who am i kidding), i thought this would work out really well.

PS. I got the grandfathers name off a generator.

As usual, enjoy the show :)

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'You are formally invited to the wedding of Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu and Peko Pekoyama. On the date of…'

Clutching the sheet of paper he'd received in the mail, he sighed. Nagito hadn't been to a wedding in so long, after his parents died, he'd turned into more of a recluse. He'd been a shy and polite child even when they were alive, but after the plane accident, he'd scarcely left his mansion, when it wasn't required for business.

He sighed again. He was happy for his old friend, he really was… but now this meant he'd to get another suit made.

It wasn't so much the cost, he'd inherited a bigger fortune then he could spend in several lifetimes. It was just his general reclusive nature, combined with not exactly being keen to wear stuffy fancy clothing, that made him a little reluctant.

Still, this was an important occasion, so no matter his own feelings, he'd put up with this for Fuyuhiko and Peko's sake. He wouldn't want to ruin their wedding by showing up in ratty clothes, after all.

Giving the taxi the desired address, wallet in hand, he was now speeding away to the city, where he'd get his suit done.

He even had his own personal tailor, something that came with being rich, he supposed, as he knew not just everyone could afford it so easily. Whereas to him, commissioning a suit was like a single grain of sand out of an entire beach.

It was closer to the edge of town then most, but his family had been going there for as long as he could remember. Stepping inside, he was flooded with memories at the familiar scenery that he was met with. Of course, a few things had been edited or updates, but for the most part, they had kept to the same style. Which was both comforting, and yet somehow a little bittersweet.

'Will i really get to wear a suit, mommy?'

'Of course Nagito, you're such a adorable little man. Why someday, you'll be a big handsome boy just like your father.'

"My, my! If it isn't the little Komaeda boy!"

A familiar voice shook him out of the memory.

"Ah, Mr. Hinata, was it…?"

An older man approached him. Other then ageing a bit since he'd last been here, Yamato Hinata still looked the same from the little he remembered. His back was a bit more bent with hid old age, and his hair turned grey, but the same unfailing smile was still on his face. He was an old family friend, and a sort of grandfather figure, he almost felt bad for not coming to visit for so many years, but for ages, he just couldn't face this place without remembering that his parents would never come here with him again.

But he was here now, maybe he'd work on fixing that.

He stepped forward, extending a hand. But the old tailor was having none of it.

"Nonsense, no need to be so formal boy!" He clapped Nagito on the back in a friendly manner, with more strength then he would have guessed the man had. "I still remember the tiny little thing that barely reached his mother's knee!"

His polite smile wobbled a bit at the mention of his mother, but he made no comment. "It's been a while, hasn't it? I do apologise…"

"Ah, forget about it young man…" His tone turned a little sadder. "I saw the news that day…"

"Oh…" He averted his gaze, eyes dropping to the floor.

"I'm glad too see you back here, you three were some of my favourite customers."

His smile turned bittersweet.

After a few seconds of silence, the Mr. Hinata clapped his hands.

"In any case! We can't just be chattering around all day, much as i'm glad to see you. What does bring you here today?"

Blessedly, the old man had chosen to move on from that particular topic. Nagito gladly accepted the change.

"Well, Mr. Hinata-"

"Oh no you don't! Please, just call me Yamato."

Nagito huffed out a small laugh at that.

"Okay then, Mr. Yamato."

"Ah, ah, ah! Just Yamato."

"As you wish… Mr. Yamato."

Mr. Hinata laughed loudly.

"Aha, youth these days! Reminds me of my youngest grandson, that does."

Nagito gave a small laugh of his own.

"You have grandchildren?"

"Why, yes! Two of the little tykes, the handsomest little twin devils, they've come to be these days. They'd be about your age, actually. My daughter and her husband have done well with those two, i have to say…"

Mr. Hinata had always been like another grandfather to him, and he almost got so caught up in the banter and conversation, that he nearly forgot why he was there in the first place.

"Well, Mr. Yamato. One of my childhood friends is getting married, so-"

"Aha! You need a suit, i'd wager?"

At Nagito's nod, the old man's expression brightened.

"Then say no more, my dear boy! Anything for my favourite customer."

"You're to kind."

"Oh, nonsense! I like to think of you as another grandchild."

"You really think so?"

"Of course! In fact…" Yamato rubbed his hands together. Was that smile a little too happy? Surely not. "I have just the assistant to help you out."

"…assistant?" Asked a confused Nagito.

"Why yes! I'd like to think of this place as something of a family business. Sadly, my daughter and her husband didn't want to take this place over. But fortunately for me, my grandchildren have taken an interest. In fact, the younger of the twins is working here today!"

"Really?" He hadn't seen anyone except for Mr. Hinata since he came in here.

"Why yes, he's right…"

Yamato looked around behind him, trailing off as he saw that no-one was behind him.

"Where is that boy?"

He cupped his hands over his mouth, and shouted.

"Hajime! We have a customer!"

There was a slight commotion of noise in the background, followed by footsteps coming towards the front of the shop.

The footsteps got louder, and Nagito was curious to see what this 'Hajime' looked like.

"Grandpa? What did you need? I was just-"

His thoughts froze in their tracks.

A really handsome boy his age stepped out into the area where Nagito and the old man were. Spikey brown hair, beautifully coloured slightly tanned skin, and the most mesmerising golden brown eyes Nagito had ever seen.

It took a lot of brain power not to blush madly.

"-wouldn't be a problem, would it?"

Nagito jolted slightly, realising that he'd zoned out.

"Sorry Mr. Yamato, what did you say?"

He didn't like that knowing glint in Mr. Hianta's eyes.

"I said, young sleepyhead, that i'd introduce the two of you fine young men, and Hajime here could sort out your suit for you, would that be a problem?"

"Of course not." Nagito shook his head.

"Excellent! These old bones need a rest."

"Oh stop that Grandpa." The brunette chided. "You're not that feeble yet."

"What was that? I can't hear you, boy. I think a break is in order."

With that, the old man shuffled out and into the far back recesses of the suit store.

The brunette left in the room with him huffed out a laugh.

"Ha, silly old man."

"He does have a sense of humour…" Nagito agreed.

Hajime shook his head.

"Anyway, i'm sure you know already." He stepped forward, extending a tan hand. "I'm Hajime Hinata, that old geezer was my grandfather and the owner of this place."

"It's a pleasure." Nagito extended his own hand. "My name is Nagito Komaeda."

"Grandpa was awfully chummy with you, by the looks of it, do you know him?" Hajime had asked, after the handshake had ended.

"I used to come here all the time with my parents when i was younger." He answered with a smile. "He's something like a surrogate grandfather to me."

Hajime chuckled at the answer. Nagito had to fight not to let his cheeks go pink.

"Well then, seems you're a star customer then, yes? Shall we go fit you with the best suit we possibly can?"

Was that a faint tint of pink on the other boys cheeks? Surely not.

"Yes, let's."

"Now if only we could get that stick out of Izuru's rear, eh?"

"Grandpa!"

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Oh my god, i hit the 1,000 mark before i even finished the setup! Haha wow i'm actually amazed ay myself for pulling that off.

Then again, i've got 38.5k words for 31 chapters, jeez i've been doing better then i thought! Aha i swear not to get to arrogant lol. But hey, it only means more komahina for everyone right?

I hope you all continue to enjoy this series.

Cya next chapter :)

Tairulz