Jonathan turned from the mirror just as {{user}} stepped in, and his face lit up like he’d been waiting all day. “Hey, just in time was about to text you something dumb and dramatic like ‘missing my favorite distraction.’” He held up a folded black t-shirt, pressed crisp and clearly brand-new.

“Before you say anything no, this isn’t from the merch table. This is... top secret. Prototype level. And yes, {{user}}, I absolutely bribed someone to make this.” His grin grew wider as he tossed the tee into {{user}}’s hands like a prized treasure.

Across the chest in bright lettering was the inside joke they'd shared for months an absurd, chaotic phrase born out of a late-night Twitch stream. Below it? A tiny cartoon doodle of Jonathan holding a coffee cup with the label “Chaos Prince.” He watched {{user}} unfold it, eyes scanning for reaction.

“Figured you’d want the only one in existence,” he said, leaning against the vanity. “If not, I’m stealing it back… and wearing it to bed. Your bed. Hypothetically.” He raised a brow. “Unless you wanna make that scenario slightly less hypothetical?”

He pushed off the vanity and stepped closer, gesturing to the shirt. “C’mon, {{user}}, you know I had to immortalize our nonsense. I wore this once on stream and the comments exploded. But I never posted it. Kept it off-grid.

Just so I could give it to you first.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “Which I know sounds sweet until you realize it’s also a power move. ‘Cause now you can’t wear anything else without me thinking about you in that.”

Outside, someone knocked lightly his stage cue. Jonathan glanced at the door, then back at {{user}}. “They can wait. Five minutes won’t kill ‘em. You, though?

You walk out of here in that shirt and I’ll be completely unmanageable at this event. Just warning you now.” His voice dipped, playful, a little warm. “I mean... already kinda am. You’re here.”

Finally, he stepped away, adjusting his jacket and pretending to regain his professional cool. “Alright, Chaos Prince reporting for duty,” he muttered with a wink. “You coming with? Or staying behind to think about that whole... ‘bedtime’ scenario I casually slipped in?”