This contains Harem elements if you don't like it, I'm sorry. You enjoy the story with our favorite subzero black lace character, Kawasaki Saik.
The black limousine pulled to the curb in front of an unassuming six-story building. Its plain exterior revealed little importance, but the steady stream of people going in and out suggested otherwise. As the rear door opened, a pair of legs, clad in black pantyhose, emerged. The owner stepped gracefully onto the pavement.
Yukinoshita Yukino exited the car with quiet elegance. Of average height and slender build, she moved with a deliberate calm that naturally drew attention. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders to her hips, adorned with two red ribbons, one on each side. An ahoge lay flat atop her head, lending a playful imperfection to her impeccable appearance. Her sharp blue eyes, ever observant, scanned the building's facade as she removed her sunglasses.
She wore a black pencil skirt paired with a crisp white dress shirt—an outfit that commanded respect in professional circles. But today was not about business. Today was personal.
Taking a moment to adjust her shirt cuffs, Yukinoshita felt the weight of this visit settle upon her. The building, though modest, housed one of the city's finest designers. Today, she would choose her wedding gown.
Steeling herself, she walked toward the entrance, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. As she stepped inside, Yukinoshita allowed herself a small, rare smile. This was another step toward a future she once thought impossible—her wedding to Hikigaya Hachiman.
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I stepped through the glass doors and into the building, immediately greeted by the sign: "The Loneliness Design." The minimalist black-and-white lettering stood out against the polished marble backdrop, a subtle reminder of the company's connection to my fiancé, Hikigaya Hachiman. This design studio was part of his larger business empire, The Loneliness Corporation—a name that still made me pause, given its stark honesty. Despite the unusual title, it perfectly reflected Hachiman's unique philosophy on life and the solitude that had shaped him.
The lobby was sleek and modern, bathed in soft, natural light that contrasted with the industrial aesthetic of exposed beams and polished concrete floors. At the center stood a slim woman dressed in dark shorts, black leggings, and a navy top. Her short, tousled golden-blonde hair, combined with her androgynous figure and sharp gaze, gave her an effortlessly cool aura. I recognized her immediately: Nakamura Arisa, the partner of Totsuka Saika.
"Good afternoon, Yukinoshita-san," Nakamura greeted me, her voice carrying the calm confidence I had come to associate with her. Arisa's piercing blue eyes softened slightly as she approached. "I'll guide you to Kawasaki-sensei. She has some wedding gown designs she's eager to show you."
I nodded politely, briefly noting Arisa's ensemble—stylish yet comfortable. "Thank you, Nakamura-san," I replied. I was always impressed by Arisa's cool demeanor and effortless charm, qualities that seemed to naturally draw people to her. As we walked down the hallway together, I couldn't help but reflect on how her relationship with Totsuka struck a perfect balance—much like how my relationship with Hikigaya-kun had evolved. Even if Hikigaya was still a little weird about Totsuka's relationship.
Nakamura led me to an elegantly designed office space at the far end of the building, where Kawasaki Saki awaited. The renowned fashion designer, who had partnered with Hikigaya to create this venture, was now one of the most sought-after names in the industry. Today, I would experience firsthand the vision Kawasaki-san had for my wedding gown—a moment that filled me with both excitement and apprehension.
As we approached the door, Nakamura glanced at me with a faint, knowing smile. "I think you'll like what Kawasaki-sensei has prepared. She's been working on the designs personally."
Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and stepped forward into the next chapter of my journey with Hikigaya.
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The room was still, the silence thick as Kawasaki Saki and I sat across from each other. The quiet was almost tangible, neither of us in a hurry to speak, the moment suspended between us. My sharp blue eyes studied the woman before me.
Kawasaki-san sat with a casual confidence that contrasted with the intensity of her presence. She was above average in height, her slender figure emphasized by dark jeans that clung tightly to her legs. Her long, pale blue-silver hair flowed down to her waist, and choppy bangs framed her pigeon-blue eyes, one of which was marked by a beauty spot just beneath it. There was a certain strength in the way she carried herself as if her legs were made to kick down obstacles—a fitting metaphor for her life.
Her outfit was striking, both practical and stylish. A white crop top revealed her toned midriff, while a black denim jacket draped loosely over her shoulders. Knee-length biker boots completed the tough, almost rebellious look.
I broke the silence first, my voice soft but deliberate. "You look well, Kawasaki-san. Have you been on any dates with Hikigaya-kun lately?" My tone was neutral, but there was a flicker of curiosity in my eyes. The question was indirect—part probing about her relationship with my fiancé, part an attempt to break the tension.
Kawasaki met my gaze with her straightforwardness, leaning back slightly in her chair. "No," she replied evenly, her voice low. "I've been focused on sketching some gowns for your wedding." She didn't flinch under my scrutiny, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes as she spoke of her work.
I nodded slowly, processing her response. Kawasaki's passion for fashion was well known. I expected nothing less than her full dedication to designing my wedding gown. Still, beneath the surface, I couldn't ignore the subtle dynamic between us—Kawasaki's cool independence juxtaposed with our shared connection to Hikigaya Hachiman.
"Well," I said, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips, "I look forward to seeing what you've created. I'm sure it's nothing short of extraordinary."
With that, the conversation began, and the veil of silence between us started to lift.
Kawasaki-san leaned forward, flipping open the third and final notebook with care. The two other sketchbooks lay discarded beside her—rejected designs she had dismissed earlier as "boring." But the one she now showed me carried something different, a vision she had fully embraced.
"I think this classic A-line gown works," Kawasaki said, her tone firm as though her decision was already made. "It's timeless and flatters your figure, complementing your refined demeanor." She turned the sketchbook toward me, revealing a meticulously detailed drawing of the dress. "A delicate lace overlay with a modest neckline. From afar, the lace and veil display embroidered floral patterns, but up close, you'll notice something more—random, intricate details that, at certain angles, form the imprint of cat's paw prints."
My breath caught for a moment. What a brilliant idea. Kawasaki must be a genius.
I blinked, my eyes tracing the fine lines of the sketch. The gown was elegant and understated, a choice I would make—classic and sophisticated, with a touch of whimsy. The lace veil, in particular, drew me in. As Kawasaki explained, I began to notice the faint outline of the cat's paws hidden within the floral motifs.
"I see," I murmured, my gaze lingering on the design. The subtle inclusion of cats—a quiet nod to my love for those mysterious creatures—was a detail Kawasaki had thoughtfully picked up on.
"That's a wonderful idea for the dress," I finally said, my tone as measured as always. Yet inside, I felt a flicker of amusement, a rare softness breaking through my composed exterior. The thought of walking down the aisle in a gown that subtly celebrated my fondness for cats was an endearing one.
Kawasaki leaned back, watching my reaction carefully. Though her expression remained neutral, there was a hint of satisfaction. "I thought you'd appreciate the subtle touch," she said quietly. "It's your day, after all. You should feel like yourself in every detail."
I nodded, still studying the sketch, appreciating Kawasaki's attention to my personality and style. For a brief moment, the tension between us seemed to dissolve, replaced by mutual respect, if not understanding.
Handing the notebook back to her, I smiled faintly. "I trust your instincts, Kawasaki-san. This gown—it's perfect."
Kawasaki's expression brightened as she flipped to another page. "Here's a second option," she said with enthusiasm. "A minimalist sheath dress. It's sleek and modern, accentuating your graceful posture." She pointed to the design, where the clean lines highlighted the figure without being overly elaborate. "It has a minimalist neckline, and perhaps a subtle slit."
A faint blush crept up Kawasaki's cheeks as she added, with a touch of teasing, "Since Hikigaya seems to have a thing for legs."
The statement hung in the air, light yet charged with unspoken implications. We both knew well enough that Hikigaya appreciated our legs, a fact that made the moment amusing and slightly awkward.
Raising an eyebrow, I smirked. "Is that so?" I asked, my voice smooth, my curiosity piqued. I leaned forward, studying the sketch with renewed interest. The design was indeed stunning in its simplicity, and the slit added a hint of allure without being provocative.
"Yes, he has a knack for noticing," Kawasaki continued, her blush lingering as she tried to regain composure. "But it's not just about him—it's about how you feel in it, too. You deserve to feel beautiful and confident."
I nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. It's important that I feel like myself on that day." I appreciated Kawasaki's insight, not only into fashion but into the nuances of my relationship with Hikigaya.
Kawasaki grinned, relieved the conversation had turned more playful. "Just wait until you see the final designs. I think we're going to create something truly special."
She flipped to another sketch, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This one's a vintage-inspired ballgown," she said, revealing a breathtaking drawing. "It's romantic, nostalgic—a dress with old-world charm."
I leaned closer, my eyes widening at the intricate details. The gown had a full skirt that billowed out in elegant layers, with a lace bodice intricately woven with floral patterns. It had a fairy-tale quality, like something out of a story.
Kawasaki smiled, sensing my reaction. "I know Hikigaya-kun loves his light novels and classic literature, so this gown has that fantasy-like element."
I felt a flutter of emotion at the imagery. "It would certainly make the day feel magical," I murmured.
Encouraged, Kawasaki continued. "Exactly! This gown is about creating a moment—a timeless memory. Your wedding should reflect both of you. A little fantasy never hurts, right?"
I smiled at the thought, imagining myself swirling in the gown. "It would be a departure from my usual style, but perhaps that's the point."
"Precisely," Kawasaki said, her tone earnest. "Weddings are about embracing new beginnings, and you have the chance to express yourself in a way that feels both personal and extraordinary."
"Thank you, Kawasaki-san," I said sincerely. "You've put so much thought into these designs. I truly value your insight."
Kawasaki smiled, clearly pleased. "I'm just getting started! I want every aspect of your wedding to reflect the love you share, and I'm honored to be part of this journey with you."
She leaned forward, her expression growing more earnest as she presented another sketch. "Here's something truly unique and culturally significant," she began. "How about a traditional Japanese kimono?" She turned the sketch around, immediately capturing my attention.
The design was breathtaking—an intricately detailed kimono showcasing the elegance of traditional craftsmanship. "I envision white or ivory silk, adorned with delicate floral patterns or perhaps a classic geometric design," Kawasaki explained. "But here's the twist: the inner lining could feature patches from various official Pan-san costumes used in the past."
Intrigued, I raised an eyebrow. "Pan-san costumes?"
Kawasaki nodded excitement in her voice. "Yes! I struck a deal with Destiny Land. They want to display the kimono for a few years after your wedding before returning it to you. They believe it will be a wonderful addition to their collection, given its cultural significance." She paused, a knowing smirk crossing her face. "And you know how hard it is to collaborate with Destiny Land."
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "I can only imagine the negotiations that went into that." The thought of having a piece of clothing with such a rich history—one that honored both my heritage and childhood memories—felt both flattering and exhilarating.
Kawasaki's voice softened as she continued. "A kimono would be a beautiful homage to your roots while offering a unique contrast to the typical Western gowns. It's a way to honor your heritage while embracing your modern journey with Hikigaya-kun. And it doesn't hurt that it nods to your favorite childhood character."
"I do love the idea of blending tradition with something contemporary," I admitted, contemplating the concept. "And having it displayed afterward... it feels like leaving a legacy."
"Exactly," Kawasaki said, her enthusiasm palpable. "Every stitch tells a story. This would allow you to share a piece of your culture with everyone at your wedding. Plus, it would be an absolute showstopper."
I smiled, warmth spreading through me. "You've given me a lot to think about, Kawasaki-san. Each of these options is beautiful in its own way. It's hard to choose just one."
Kawasaki leaned back, a satisfied expression on her face. "That's the goal! I want you to feel empowered by your choice. Whatever you decide, it should be a reflection of who you are and what this day means to you."
She flipped to the last page of her notebook, anticipation gleaming in her eyes. "Finally, if you're leaning toward something more relaxed and unconventional, here's one more option." She revealed the final sketch, and I leaned in, curiosity piqued.
"This is a Bohemian-inspired gown," Kawasaki explained, her voice brimming with excitement. The design featured flowing fabrics that seemed to ripple with movement, evoking a sense of freedom and individuality. "It's all about intricate detailing, delicate lace, and ethereal embellishments that give it a whimsical vibe."
I studied the sketch, the gown's soft lines creating an airy silhouette that felt both approachable and enchanting. The combination of fabrics suggested a light, comfortable design—perfect for a relaxed or outdoor ceremony.
"This style celebrates the beauty of imperfections," Kawasaki continued, her passion shining through. "It's unique, unstructured, and allows you to express your personality fully. Plus, it would create stunning visual effects, especially in natural light."
I nodded, captivated by the idea. "It certainly stands out from the more traditional options. This gown feels very... me." I imagined myself twirling in it, the fabric swirling around me, embodying both grace and carefree spirit. It felt like a celebration of my individuality rather than a departure from it.
"Exactly!" Kawasaki beamed, pleased with my reaction. "You're not just a bride; you're a person with your own story, your own style. This gown allows that narrative to shine through."
"I appreciate the thought you've put into these designs," I said sincerely. "It's not just about the dresses; it's about capturing who I am and what I want this day to represent."
Kawasaki smiled warmly. "That's the heart of it all. Whether you choose a classic gown, a vintage ballgown, a traditional kimono, or this Bohemian piece, each reflects a different facet of your identity and your journey with Hikigaya-kun."
As I looked at the last sketch, a sense of clarity began to form amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Each gown told a different story, and I would need time to reflect on which one resonated most deeply.
"Thank you for presenting these options, Kawasaki-san. They're all incredible," I said, gratitude filling my voice. "You've given me a lot to consider."
Kawasaki's smile widened. "I'm glad to hear that! Take your time with your decision. It's an important one, and I want you to feel radiant on your special day."
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I stood in the center of the room, feeling the cool air brush against my skin as Nakamura-san expertly maneuvered the measuring tape around me. The atmosphere buzzed with professionalism and lightheartedness as Kawasaki noted the measurements in her sketchbook.
"Your figure hasn't changed much since the last time we measured you," Kawasaki commented, glancing up from her notes. "Though I have to say, your ass has gained an extra centimeter." She smirked, her tone playful.
I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "Kawasaki, you have a bigger breast and ass than I do. And I'm sure, after spending time with Hikigaya, you know a few extra cushions in the backside don't hurt. Especially since I recall you like being on your fours," I teased, my voice laced with mock challenge.
Kawasaki let out a sound that was half laugh, half choked gasp, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "I don't need you reminding me of my past sex life," she protested, trying to regain her composure. Though her voice still carried a hint of embarrassment.
Nakamura focused on her work, and couldn't resist glancing over at the exchange, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "It's all in good fun, right? We're all friends here." She adjusted the tape, noting my waist measurement before moving up to my bust.
"Besides," I added with a teasing glint, "it's important to keep things light during fittings. Who wouldn't want to feel a little more confident in their nude?"
Kawasaki shook her head, trying to hide her embarrassment with a laugh. "You're impossible, Yukinoshita-san! But I suppose you're right. Confidence is key." She resumed jotting down the numbers, the playful banter helping to ease any tension.
Nakamura finished taking the final measurement and stepped back, a satisfied look on her face. "All done! You've got a fantastic figure, Yukinoshita-san. These dresses are going to look amazing on you."
I smirked, wrapping a towel around myself, feeling a warmth settle in from the camaraderie. "Thanks, Nakamura. And Kawasaki, I'll channel that confidence, especially with the beautiful designs you've created."
Kawasaki rolled her eyes playfully, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Just remember, no matter what you choose, I'll make you look stunning. And don't think I won't keep teasing you about your measurements."
I chuckled, my spirits lifted by the friendly atmosphere. "Bring it on. I can handle a little teasing from my friends."
As we wrapped up the fitting, the bond between us felt stronger—woven together by shared moments of laughter and support. I felt grateful for their presence, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead in my wedding preparations, I wouldn't face them alone.
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As we stepped outside, the sun bathed us in warm light, creating a pleasant contrast to the bustle of our fitting session. Kawasaki turned to me with a determined look. "I'll finish those mock-up dresses as soon as possible. You'll need to try them on and decide which one feels right," she said, excitement lacing her voice.
"I'll come by later, then," I replied, already thinking about the dresses.
Kawasaki smiled, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "And please, say hi to Hikigaya for me. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
I grinned, unable to resist teasing her. "You know, you should stay over some time. I'm sure the three of us could have some great sex. You'd love seeing Hikigaya again, right?"
Kawasaki's face flushed crimson at the suggestion. "N-no thank you!" she stammered, her usual confidence slipping. "I have a date with Hikigaya soon, so I don't think I need a threesome to have fun with him."
I burst into laughter, amused by her flustered reaction. "Relax! I'm just teasing you. It's fun seeing you get so worked up."
Kawasaki huffed, trying to regain her composure, but a shy smile tugged at her lips. "You really enjoy embarrassing me, don't you?"
"Of course!" I said with a wink. "It's not every day I get to see you all flustered. It's adorable!"
As we walked down the street, light banter filled the air, and I felt warmth radiate within me. Our friendship was a constant joy, and moments like these reminded me how much I valued having supportive people around during the craziness of wedding planning.
Kawasaki shook her head, casting me a playful glare. "Just wait until I get you back for this. I'll think of something equally embarrassing."
"I'll be waiting," I replied, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just remember, I can handle whatever you throw at me!"
At the corner, we exchanged farewells, both grateful for the lightheartedness that connected us. As I watched Kawasaki walk away, a content smile spread across my face, buoyed by the camaraderie that would carry me through the excitement and challenges of my special day.
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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the street, I made my way toward Hikigaya's mansion, the anticipation of the evening fluttering in my chest. The playful banter with Kawasaki still lingered in my mind, adding to the excitement.
A few moments later, Kawasaki appeared, her face still flushed from our earlier exchange. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she said, her exasperation only half-serious as she clutched a small bag in her hand. "But I brought something for you."
"What is it?" I asked, curious, as I glanced at the bag.
"Just a little something to spice things up," Kawasaki replied with a sly grin. "Lingerie for both of us. I thought it'd be fun to surprise Hikigaya—You know, get him hard or some shit."
My cheeks warmed at the thought, excitement, and nervousness mixing in my chest. "You're right. This could be... an interesting night."
With a sense of mischief, we entered the mansion, the familiar surroundings giving us a sense of comfort. Hikigaya was lounging on the couch, looking worn out from the day. His usual indifferent expression softened as he noticed us standing together, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"What's going on?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You both look suspiciously pleased with yourselves."
"Oh, nothing," I said, suppressing a grin. "Just a little surprise."
Kawasaki chuckled, her confidence returning as she stepped forward. "Yeah, we figured it was time for some fun. Why don't you join us for a sexy evening? You've been too much of a couch potato lately."
Hikigaya's eyes widened, caught off guard. "What do you mean by 'sexy'?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and wariness.
"Just come with us and find out," I teased, exchanging a knowing glance with Kawasaki.
Before he could react, we each grabbed one of his arms, gently pulling him toward the master bedroom. "Wait, I'm tired. My hip is in danger," he protested, feigning reluctance, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his intrigue.
Kawasaki smirked. "Relax, you'll be fine. Just go with it, dumbass."
As we reached the bedroom, I turned to him, my voice soft. "Trust us. We promise it'll be worth it."
With one last glance at the open door, Hikigaya let out a sigh of surrender, allowing us to lead him into the moment. The air in the room shifted, filled with quiet excitement and anticipation as we prepared for an evening that promised to bring us all closer.
As the door closed behind us, the laughter and teasing gave way to a comfortable silence, replaced by a sense of warmth and intimacy. I smiled, my heart fluttering with the possibilities of the night ahead. It was a time for connection, friendship, and love—one that would be remembered long after.
Hikigaya would spend the next two days recovering from a sore back and hips, but that's a story for another time. Yuigahama and I took good care of him after that.
