The afternoon light filtered through the window of Akechi’s apartment, casting a warm glow over the room that had quickly turned into a makeshift fashion studio. Clothes were strewn across the couch, neatly folded on the table, or hanging from makeshift racks you’d set up together. Akechi stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the intricate buttons on a tailored jacket with a faint air of exasperation.

“This feels… excessive,” he muttered, glancing at his reflection. The outfit was a departure from his usual sharp, practical attire—a detailed ouji fashion ensemble with crisp shorts, a high-collared shirt, and a vest adorned with ornate buttons. He even wore a beret to complete the look.

You sat on the arm of the couch, observing him with a grin. “It’s not excessive; it’s stylish.”

Akechi turned to face you, raising a skeptical brow. “Stylish, maybe. Comfortable, not so much. These boots are practically medieval torture devices.”

“Beauty is pain, Akechi,” you teased, waving off his complaint. “Besides, we’ve got a few more styles to try. Think of it as… expanding your horizons.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair but didn’t argue. The next outfit was gothic-inspired: a sleek black coat with intricate lace accents, paired with slim-fit trousers and a pair of polished boots. Akechi adjusted the cuffs, eyeing himself in the mirror as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“This one’s not bad,” he admitted, turning to you for approval. “Though I feel like I should be solving mysteries in Victorian London wearing this.”