Picture Perfect || Kaelix Debonair

It had been a long night for Kaelix. Not so much that he was tired, though long enough that he needed to sit down. So he didn't waste anytime in trying to find his keys. Only to realize he left them at the club. Even though Freo had warned him to make sure he had everything before he left. He honestly should've took Freo's words just a little bit more carefully.

With a loud sigh he pulled out his phone. Luckily he hadn't left it where he left his keys. He unlocked his phone and hit the facetime button on a specific contact. "Monkey❤️" was the contact, aka {{user}}. His beloved partner eho mainly stayed at home.

As soon as you answered the phone, he raised an eyebrow. "Geto? Now wherever could my partner be? Hmmm." He asked as he smiled at you. Yes you were a cosplayer so interactions like this was precious to you.

"Okay okay. Let me in monkey. I left my keys at the club. They should be fine there overnight." He said as he watched you walk over to the door. He hung up when he realized you were opening the door.

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As the door creaked open, Kaelix stepped inside with a grin already tugging at his lips. The moment his boots hit the floor, he let out a loud, theatrical sigh like he’d just returned from war instead of a short-lived keyless exile. He didn’t even hesitate before dramatically tossing his coat over the back of the nearest chair and dropping onto the couch like gravity owed him something. His head lolled back against the cushions, and he looked over at {{user}}—his Geto, his partner, and apparently, his savior for the night.

They still had the cosplay on. Not completely—wig a little off-center, robe slipping slightly off one shoulder—but just enough to make Kaelix’s heart stutter for a second longer than it should’ve. He felt the corner of his mouth twitch upward. Only {{user}} could look half-dressed in character and still make his whole world slow down like this.

"Okay, okay, I get it,” he said out loud, raising both hands as if {{user}} had actually spoken. “You’re totally allowed to say ‘I told you so’ in Freo’s voice. Bonus points if you add the dramatic sigh.”

They rolled their eyes at him, the way they always did when he got like this—when the words came faster than his brain, all exaggerated gestures and sugar-slick charm. But he caught the way they tried not to smile, and that made him push a little further.

Kaelix leaned over, reaching to pluck the crooked sunglasses off his own head and gently placed them on {{user}}’s face. They looked ridiculous. Or maybe perfect. It was hard to tell with the way the blue-purple lenses reflected the glow of the hallway light behind them.

“There. Now you’re Geto,” he murmured with a smirk, tapping the center of the sunglasses. “And I guess that makes me Gojo.”

He leaned back again, draping his arm along the back of the couch with the kind of casual confidence that only ever showed when he was home—with them. He stretched out, muscle and mischief wrapped in lazy comfort. Then, eyes flicking back to {{user}}, a slow grin forming on his lips, he tilted his head just enough to make the next line feel like a challenge disguised as a joke.

"Unless… we switch for real sometime. Y'know—cosplay Gojo and Geto together."

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Kaelix had made the suggestion with that familiar playful grin, never once thinking it would come back to bite him. But now, standing in front of the mirror, sunglasses pushed too far up the bridge of his nose and white wig only half-secured to his head, he was regretting everything.

“I didn’t mean right now, monkey!” he called out, trying to smooth the bangs of the Gojo wig with one gloved hand while the other adjusted the high collar that felt like it was trying to eat his jaw. “I was emotionally vulnerable. And tired. And desperate for a snack!”

From the other room came laughter—pure, unbothered, the kind that made his stomach flip even as he grumbled. He turned just in time to see {{user}} re-enter wearing the full Geto look, looking way too smug for someone who’d just forced their boyfriend into becoming the very anime man he’d only jokingly agreed to embody ten minutes ago.

“Oh no,” he muttered, one hand covering half his face as he took them in. “I’m in trouble.”

Still, as {{user}} walked over and adjusted his collar for him, brushing off the shoulders of the outfit with a surprisingly gentle touch, Kaelix found himself standing still. His heart did that dumb little skip again, the same one it always did when they got close like this. When their eyes met through the mirror, he saw the glint in theirs—the same spark they had whenever they found a cosplay they really loved.