꧁༒I'll Be Your Peace༒꧂

In the heart of Makochi, where the moon and colorful street lights kissed the cobblestones as laughter wove through the air like a melody, there was 'Love Stitches', a tailor shop pulsating with creativity and warmth. At its helm stood a towering figure with (h/l) (h/c) hair that shimmered in the moonlight and eyes of (e/c) that sparkled with kindness.

(Name) possessed a soul as vibrant as the fabrics he worked with, his smile a beacon of joy that lit up the bustling shop. His presence was a balm to the teenagers under his guidance, their mentor and friend in equal measure.

"Alright, my darlings, let's make magic today!" (Name)'s voice, gentle and melodious, rang out, his words a symphony of encouragement. His enthusiasm was infectious, spreading like wildfire among the young seamstresses and apprentices.

With a grace that mirrored the flutter of a butterfly's wings, (Name) moved through the shop, his hands deft and sure as he guided his team in their work. Each stitch, each cut, was infused with a love that only he could impart.

"(Name)-nii, the garments you ordered have finally arrived!" One of your brothers said, as he and the other brother of yours entered the shop, holding wooden carts laden with boxes.

"Oh, finally! Thank you, Kumori-chan, Touya-chan!" The (h/c) haired male cheered, approaching his two brothers and giving them pats on top of their heads. He then grabbed one of the carts' handles while one of his subordinates took the other. "The shop seems to be busier than before! Our projects should be done immediately, especially the Furin uniforms. It seems that the school is having more students these days!"

As the day wove on, the shop hummed with industry and camaraderie. Laughter bubbled like a brook, and the whirl of the sewing machines was a harmonious backdrop to the symphony of creativity that (Name) conducted with effortless grace.

In (Name) - a beacon of love, kindness, and unwavering dedication to craft and community. And in 'Love Stitches', under (Name)'s tutelage, garments were not just sewn; they were woven with threads of passion, dreams, and the boundless warmth of a heart that beat with the rhythm of love.

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"I'm putting off our engagement, (Name)."

Those words pierced him like a bullet, her voice laced with disgust, especially when his name was mentioned. A mocking smile stretched across her lips, leaving him petrified, a statue frozen in denial. (Name)'s trembling (e/c) orbs met hers–empty, devoid of affection or any emotion. Her gaze fixed on him, making him feel more miserable than he already was. Yet, a flicker of hope remained, a desperate plea that maybe, just maybe, there was a way to fix this.

"I've been dealing with you for the past two years. Seeing you every day, let you touch me, saying words I never meant-it was all nothing. You are nothing to me but a sight for sore eyes. It's sickening, really. I've had enough of it..."

As she spoke, her eyes grew duller, each word like a bullet piercing his soul. His heart, mind, and body felt numb, the shattering of his heart echoing in his ears, turning to dust. Small droplets began to fall on the gravelled surface, then poured like rain. (Name) had known from the beginning, yet he accepted her, did everything, hoping it would change her. But that hope, coupled with his own naivety, was now the reason for his current despair. He never realized that expectations alone could shatter him so completely.

Despite everything, he couldn't bring himself to hate the woman in front of him. He simply couldn't-the word itself felt foreign to him. He could only stand there, letting her break him further before letting her go.

"I'm sorry..."

The words finally escaped his lips, a choked whisper carried away by the wind. The woman was gone, her figure swallowed by the distance, leaving him alone with the weight of his shattered heart and the bitter taste of regret.

"Son? (Name)-kun..?"

"(Name)-kun!"

A gentle voice, raised in concern, pulled a certain (h/c) haired male out of his trance, snapping him out of his desperate attempt to forget the past. His (e/c) eyes widened in realization as he looked around, noticing the worried expressions on his family's faces.

"Maybe murdering a person isn't a bad idea after all, nee Kumori-aniki?" Touya, the third oldest sibling, suddenly spat, his usually gentle and deep voice laced with a hint of venom as he turned to the mentioned person. Kumori only nodded in response, his silence radiating an eerie aura. Meanwhile, their father let out an awkward chuckle, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. The younger siblings, triplets, wore confused expressions, but their faces quickly shifted back to worry as they looked up at their brother, the oldest among them. Then, a strong, malicious, and murderous aura filled the entire dining area. Looking towards its source, they saw none other than his beloved mother. Her small smile seemed to twitch, veins popping up on her forehead.

"When? The preparation is on me."

A gasp escaped from (Name)'s lips, eyes widening in alarm as both hands were now on his cheeks. "Eh...EEHHHH?! Okāsan, please don't encourage them! And don't partake on it too!" His face contorted into worry. "I know you're all upset, but violence is never the answer—so is murder! We can always find a peaceful solution!" The (h/c)-ette said with his usual melodious and light cheerful tone, his whole body radiating warmth that counteracts the menacing aura emitting from his mother.

"Let's just hope that history won't repeat itself, that's good!"

꧁༒My A.R.T!༒꧂