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Ena stretches, watching Mizuki as they carefully alter a dress– not just any dress, but her dress. She planned to wear it to an idol event that Airi would be performing at. Mizuki seems engaged, a bit of their tongue sticking out as they focus.
The room is mostly quiet, the whirring of their sewing machine filling the background noise. Ena had earlier suggested playing music, or any sort of noise to fill the room, but Mizuki insisted on working in a silent atmosphere .
She’s surprised to see them so intent on something. Sure, Ena knows that they work hard on Niigo’s music videos, but she never really got to see them do so in person. It was an odd and perhaps calming sight, being in a room with Mizuki for longer than fifteen minutes and not being messed with.
“Hmm…”
At the sound of Mizuki’s voice, she perks up and immediately peeks at Mizuki.
“Are you done?”
“You know it takes a lot of time, Enanan!” They frown, but it quickly turns into a snicker.
“Oi, what are you laughing for?”
“Nothing, nothing~”
Ena allows herself to stare at Mizuki for a little longer than she should. She was originally surprised to see their wavy hair tied up into a messy bun, and tiny square glasses that were just for the look , as they had said.
Her body ached with boredom, yet she couldn’t be bothered to get her phone, which sits on the charger downstairs in their kitchen. She draws her gaze back to the floor, eyes blurring as she falls deeper and deeper into a train of thought.
“Ouch!” Mizuki squeaks, snapping her back to reality, as the humming of the sewing machine comes to a stop.
Ena glances over at them, who wraps one of their hands around their other, whining like a child in pain. A bead of blood pops up from their pointer finger.
“Enaaaa!” They cry.
“Oi, would you calm down? It’s just a little cut,” She mutters, rising from her position on the bed.
Aiming to help Mizuki with the little prick on their finger, (or else she’d never hear the end of it), she walks and looks down at them, who remains on the floor, just looking up at her. But before she can do anything, they stand up and pull a bandaid out of a small drawer in their desk.
“I got up to help you, you know? I could’ve done that, and now you’ve made me get up for no reason!”
“Ah, it seems like Ena’s getting snappy today~” Mizuki says, peeling off the films of the bandaid
“I’m not getting snappy! It’s just… been kinda a long time, you know?” She sighs.
“Yes, yes, I forgot… Forty-five minutes is just too long for the great Princess Ena,” Mizuki smirks, “You don’t like hanging out with me?”
“Of course I like hanging out with you, idiot, don’t be stupid,” She huffs.
The two stare at each other for a moment, Mizuki seemingly surprised by Ena’s subtle sincerity.
“Well, I’m glad you think of me so highly~” They reply nervously.
“Whatever you say, seamstress . I’m going to get my phone and maybe a snack or two from your kitchen,” Ena leans against the door, laughing.
“Knew you couldn’t resist yourself. Just don’t touch that ice cream bar, okay? It’s mine.”
She gives them a death glare.
“We’ll deal with your social media addiction later,” They add.
“Sure, sure, whatever you say…”
—
About five minutes later, Ena returns to Mizuki’s room, with her phone in her pocket and a chocolate bar in her hand. To her surprise, they are not working, but clutching her dress in their arms worriedly.
“Ahaha, I’m surprised you only took one snack…” They say, trying and failing to hide the dress behind their back.
“Mizuki… What’s wrong?”
They look away from her and sigh in disappointment. Ena tosses the chocolate bar and phone onto the bed and walks up to them.
“...Come on, spit it out! What happened?”
“I made a mistake,” they laugh nervously.
Ena narrows her eyes.
“What kind of mistake?”
She slowly walks up to them, beginning to inspect the dress from what little she can actually see of it.
“Like…I-continued-working-on-the-dress-again-after-I-bandaged-my-finger-but-I-forgot-to-check-the-dress-before-I-started-again-and-now-I-may-have-made-an-irreparable-mistake kind of mistake,” They blurt out quickly, distressed.
“Hey, calm down, explain more clearly!” She tries to pull the dress from their hands, but they keep a firm grasp on it.
“Well… I made a big oopsie, and it might take me longer than we have left to fix it…” They say quietly, trailing off.
She takes a deep breath and drags her hands down her face.
“Oopsie …? God, Mizuki…”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll make it up to you!”
“...Everyone makes mistakes, but the biggest problem here is that I have an event to go to in two hours! What will I do? I can’t return the dress now.”
“Well… Can’t you just go buy a new one…?” Mizuki questions, trying to escape their predicament.
“It’s not that easy! I spent a lot of money on that dress, and I don’t have enough to buy another one at this moment…”
Mizuki seems defeated, and doesn’t respond. They continue to pick at the dress, as if there’s some miraculous way to fix everything in one moment.
“...Oi, don’t mess it up even more!” Ena slaps their hand lightly, and then backs up to stand alone for a moment of thought.
“Actually, since you were the–”
“Ah… I might just have the perfect solution!” They exclaim, cutting Ena off.
She pauses for a moment, slightly irritated that she didn’t get to finish her sentence, but still curious to hear their idea.
“And what exactly might that be? You’re not touching any more of my clothes, that’s for sure…”
“Hmm, well… if this event is super important to you, then why don’t you wear one of my dresses? Since I know I have a lot more fancy outfits than you~”
Ena eyes Mizuki curiously, swinging her legs back and forth off of their bed. Maybe it’s not something she’d prefer, but it’s not a terrible idea.
“Ooh, I think I already have a lot of great ideas!” They smirk, standing up and sauntering around the room.
“Oi, hold on… You’re taking this seriously, right?” She questions, as they playfully shuffle through the many hangers in their closet.
“What gives you the idea that I’m not?”
She grumbles. Why did she even think that they’d take this somewhat earnestly?
“Whatever. I still have time to go out and buy a new dress…”
Mizuki walks back over to their bed, and throws a couple of different garments into Ena’s arms.
“Ena, how about this… If you try on some of my clothes, then I’ll give you back the money to make up for the dress!” They say, eyes sparkling, walking back to the closet.
“Eh?! Weren’t you supposed to make that up regardless?”
“Hm…? You should’ve mentioned it first then~!” They smirk, holding up another two dresses, deliberately not making eye contact with Ena.
“I was going to, but you c–”
“Hush hush, Princess. It’s too late for objections! Look at all these lovely outfits I’ve picked out for you!” Mizuki cuts her off once more, pretending to shush her by sticking their bandaged finger up to her mouth.
“Great. You’re not only a seamstress, but my personal tailor?” Ena says flatly.
“Only if you want me to be!” They grin, ushering her to stand up.
She finds herself being led to the long, white mirror near their sewing machine.
“Oh god, I never said yes to this…” She trails off, staring into the reflection at the figure which stands behind her.
“...But you’ve walked here, all on your own, with your own two feet up to this mirror with me. Is that right?” Mizuki says proudly. There is a hint of amusement in their voice.
“Whatever… Just get me the dress that looks closest to the original one.”
Ena shoos away the hands which excitedly grip at her shoulders and groans. They pick up the first dress from their bed and shove it in her arms.
“Come on, come on~”
They stand right next to her, waiting for her to put the dress on.
“...Are you leaving? So I can actually change?” Ena says, with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh! Oops… sorry…”
Mizuki walks backwards towards the door, embarrassed yet still smiling. Before they leave and close the door, they say:
“Let me know if you need any help… Sure would be a shame if I had to do any more alterations~”
“Just go!” Ena huffs.
—
A few minutes later, when they can no longer hear any shuffling, Mizuki cracks the door open. When they can see that Ena is done changing, (and now admiring herself in the mirror), they walk in.
“You know, you were actually supposed to tell me that you were done changing so I could come back in, right?” They say, slightly annoyed.
Ena smirks at them.
“Sorry, I was so caught up in this nice moment of peace and quiet that I forgot you were even here! She says playfully.
“...That’s something I would say, not you! Besides, you’re in my room, not yours, so how could you forget! Your room isn’t nearly as cute as mine~” They pout, attempting to get back at her.
Ena says nothing and snaps a picture in front of their mirror. Mizuki can’t tell if she was so caught up in her phone that she didn’t hear them, or if she was ignoring them for greater effect.
“...Do you like the dress?” They ask, hoping that she actually listens to them this time.
“I do, in fact, but it’s purple and not pink… my original dress was pink. You’re literally pink, so where are all your pink clothes?”
“What does that even mean–? Ahh, Ena, you’re killing me! Sure I have some outfits with pink, but I don’t just have solid pink dresses! If I did, the colors wouldn’t match…”
“Spare me the explanation. What a shame, Mizuki, I guess you’ll have to pay me ba–”
Ena begins to grin, but they cut her off.
“Nope! In fact, I might be able to find something a little pink!” They jog over to their closet, as if she would take off before they’d be able to persuade her.
Mizuki nervously shuffles through their closet, and she can tell it’s a pathetic attempt to save themself some money. But suddenly, she watches as their eyes perk up, and they pull out a dress with pink accents, and an entirely pink skirt.
“Ahaha, see, I told you! The Princess’ personal tailor always has something! ”
“Would you stop it with that already?” Ena sighs, disappointed. “Come on now, just give it up. I’ll try it.”
She sticks out her hand lazily, motioning them to give her the dress. They walk back over to her cheerfully.
“Here you go! A special pick just for the Princess!”
“I said to stop it!”
She pushes them out of the door and closes it in their face.
—-
“This is so you it hurts,” Ena smooths down her outfit while looking in the mirror.
“Indeed! These clothes are mine, after all,” Mizuki says, standing in their closet.
They hang up some other clothes they’d abruptly pulled out earlier, after realizing that there wasn’t much time until Ena had to leave.
“To be honest, I don’t think that I could wear this outfit without thinking about you.”
“...Hehe, that’s cute, isn’t it? Then you must wear it!”
Ena sticks out her tongue.
“Ew. That’s exactly why I won’t wear it!”
Then, Ena hears the shutter of a phone camera go off, and her eyes immediately dart to the only other person in the room.
“Hey, just what are you doing?!” She says, crossing her arms and pouting.
“Eh? Nothing much. Just thought it would be cute to have a picture of you in my signature outfit~” Mizuki laughs, but they’re clearly embarrassed.
It seems like they didn’t expect Ena to catch them in the act. A slight blush dusts their face.
“Whatever you say. God , I’m totally done with this! Just give me the damn money.”
“Hold on! I have just one more I want you to try on. Please? I’ll even try to fix your original dress for you so you can wear it another time…”
“That’s another thing a sane person would already expect you to do, but… fine. Only because it’s you,” She crosses her arms and sighs.
“Only because it’s me, your personal tailor~? I appreciate it!” They laugh.
“...Now, because of this incident, I don’t think I’d ever make you my personal tailor,” Ena says, rolling her eyes.
“Does that mean you were considering it before?” Mizuki teases.
“No, that’s not it! Just give me the dress, for Christ’s sake,” She looks away, slightly embarrassed.
“Well, I suppose a princess doesn’t reveal her secrets that easily~”
Ena doesn’t respond, and instead just stares at them as they pick up the original dress from the table in the middle of their room.
“What? I thought there was one more you wanted to show me.”
“Yeah, this one!” Mizuki exclaims, repeating their classic motion of shoving the dress in her arms.
Ena raises an eyebrow. She scrutinizes it, yet finds no errors.
“ What? ”
“Come on, just try it!” They say, anticipating her response.
She narrows her eyes, looks up at Mizuki, looks down at the dress, and looks up at Mizuki again.
“What are you trying to do?”
“You’ll see! Just do it, just do it!”
“If it gets you to shut up, then fine. Leave…”
—
“Mizuki, get back in here!” Ena yells.
They saunter back into the room, smirking.
“Happy April Fools Day, Ena~! Your dress is perfect, see?”
They laugh and laugh. She stands frozen in shock, defeated.
“...You’re never going to get any real clients if you spend your free time tricking them instead of doing what you’re getting paid for!”
Mizuki continues laughing.
“So… As a matter of fact, where is my pay?”
Ena is caught by surprise, and clutches her dress in defense.
“Well… You never said I had to pay!” She exclaims.
“Isn’t that something a sane person would already expect you to do? ” Mizuki mimics.