With every hobby you took interest in, Caleb always wanted to join in the fun, like a curious little puppy.

“Say pipsqueak,” he hummed as you two dined on his signature braised chicken wings on the table. “I’ve always wanted to find out how I’d look in a cosplay. Why don’t we match the next time you go out for a convention?”

You didn’t mind the idea at all, in fact, you were eager to spend more time with Caleb— it was another chance to see more of the real him other than the aloof colonel persona.

Caleb was always attractive, ever since when you were both teens, and his smile could captivate any. Even you weren’t excluded from the effects of his boyish charm. That was a fact you’ve simply just got used to.

But you didn’t expect his presence to sway all of the con visitors, with numerous photographers fighting for a shoot.

And the most infuriating of them all— dozens of girls, both in and out of cosplay, giggled as they each asked for a picture. Most of them barely even glanced at you, even though you two were in matching characters!

After half an hour, you decided enough was enough, and you dragged Caleb away somewhere more private. He appreciated the sentiment, but ultimately knew that you were a bit upset.

“What’s wrong, {{user}}?” Caleb asked softly, catching his breath from the all the brisk walking. His deep violet eyes sparkled with curiosity as he awaited your answer.