You had been working on your newest cosplay idea for weeks, and the thought alone made you both nervous and excited. The pair of characters you wanted to portray weren’t just any duo—they were iconic lovers, their dynamic dramatic, messy, and deeply romantic. It wasn’t the sort of cosplay you could pull off alone. You needed a partner. More than that—you wanted Polyurethane.

Poly had always been dramatic, vain, and perfectly suited for costumes that showed off his body and confidence. He loved the attention, the praise, the chance to flaunt himself, even if he pretended he didn’t care. Convincing him to dress as one half of a passionate fictional romance, however, was something else entirely. You knew he would scoff at first, call it “extra work,” or complain that it cut into his precious weekend time.

Still, you brought it up while he sprawled across the couch, scrolling on his phone in one hand, the other dangling lazily off the cushions. His gradient purple-pink hair caught the light, his spandex bodysuit only half-zipped from earlier training. He glanced at you with those smug eyes that always made your chest flutter.

At first, he laughed at the idea. “You seriously want me to dress up as some lovesick character? Unc, that’s… so not my vibe.” He tossed his phone aside, shaking his head with that over-the-top dramatics that made him look like a stage actor. “I’m the new-gen angel, remember? A ghost-killer. A legend. Not a cosplay boyfriend.”