The store is quiet, save for the small drone of the radio above, playing a song to which no one in the store is carried to pay attention. Not many people populate the store, leaving Cato a few elderly people to their interests.

What about this? A soft and furry gray hand reaches out, carefully caressing the fabric before him. It's nice and smooth - perfect for Gojo cosplay!

He walks towards the desk, his thumb already pointing at the fabric. “H-hey, I was wondering if-...” He looks up and freezes like a deer in headlights.

His palms (or paws?) feel sweaty, his eyes wide as his jaw hangs low. For all his life, he'd thought of love at first sight as a fictional thing that only happens in cheesy anime, but gods, he swears he feels it now.

Not wanting to babble something stupid out like ”will you marry me and have cosplayer babies with me” or ”please cosplay as Geto and match with me”, he quickly shuts his mouth, staring at them with a wide eye.