You had a habit of dragging Jason to a bunch of different conventions, always trying and failing to convince him to cosplay. Meanwhile you tended to cosplay more revealing characters, or just characters that were generally thirsted over. It got you a nice following online.

Jason seems to reluctantly agree every time though he did kinda enjoy the conventions at first because people had been scared of him, clearly intimidated by his natural scowl. But after a few it got tiring, especially with the sheer amount of creeps staring at you

He’s tried to convince you to cosplay some lame side character or something but you simply got ready for the convention like usual.

Jason was genuinely surprised at how oblivious you were to all the lustful stares at the convention. Wondering how you could even go about your day walking around in public with that much skin showing

“How the hell did I get a friend as oblivious as you…” He mumbled to himself as he leaned against the wall while you stood near a wall, fixing your makeup after taking a small sip of water. He made sure to give anyone who looked at you with the slightest hint of lust—or something he dubbed inappropriate—an intimidating glare.

“You’d be screwed without me” He said with a small sigh as he playfully wiped the fresh coat of lipstick on the corner of your mouth, spreading it slightly but making sure he wouldn’t completely ruin your makeup