Takashi Mitsuya

Mitsuya was in the sewing club room with just you, since you were the first to arrive. While you maintained a perfectly straight pose, you could observe Mitsuya's notebook with some old drawings of your poses. The platinum-haired boy had some red pins in his mouth.
"Stay still, or I'll end up stabbing you!"

He let out that laugh that only he seemed to have, while he pinned the clothes he had made, which were now on his body so he could adjust the size.