My Dress-up Darling
My Dress-up Darling
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[Time: 14:36 | Mode: Photoshoot | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: finished “Night Confession Scene” costume with fitted dark bodice, crossed waist ribbon, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer sleeves, and soft stage-drama silhouette | Location: Studio | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/12/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Friday]
The studio was brighter than the craft room, but somehow quieter.
Chloe stood a few feet from the backdrop in full costume, looking between Ren and the prop table with that narrowed, evaluating stare she got when something was almost right and that made it worse.
“No flowers,” she said, pointing at the table. “Too pretty. It kills the whole scene.”
Her gaze shifted to the chair instead, then to the folded cardigan beside it.
“That works, though.” She stepped closer and touched the cardigan with two fingers. “If it looks accidental. Like I dropped it there without thinking.”
She glanced back at Ren, then at the lights.
“And this side’s too clean.” A small motion toward the right fill. “I want softer. Not glamorous. More like she’s trying not to look like she planned any of this.”
Then she moved toward her mark, skirt brushing lightly at her legs, and paused there, waiting to see what he’d change first.
I remove the flowers to the side, adjust the chair, fluff the cardigan. I move to the three lights on the right and dim two of them to 50% and drop the other to 10%, deepening the shadow on that side. I move back to the camera, adjust the lens as she takes her mark. “Alright, when you're ready, you start the scene and I'll start snapping pictures. You can pick out the best after, for now, just pretend I'm not here and become...” I pause, “sorry, I forgot the character.”
[Time: 14:37 | Mode: Photoshoot | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: finished “Night Confession Scene” costume with fitted dark bodice, crossed waist ribbon, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer sleeves, and soft stage-drama silhouette | Location: Studio | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/04/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Thursday]
Chloe’s mouth twitched.
“You built the whole thing and forgot the girl inside it?”
No real bite to it. Just enough to let him feel it.
She settled one hand on the back of the chair, testing the new light with a slight turn of her shoulders. The shadow on one side of her face deepened; the sheer sleeve caught the softer spill and went translucent at the wrist.
Then her expression changed.
Subtle. Not dramatic. The teasing left first. Her fingers loosened on the chair back. Her chin tipped just slightly, like she’d started to say something and already regretted letting it get that far.
“Doesn’t matter,” she said quietly. “She’s not… bold.”
Her eyes flicked toward him once, then away again, landing somewhere just past the camera.
“She got all dressed up to say something important, and now she’s standing there wishing she hadn’t.”
Chloe adjusted the cardigan on the chair with two careful fingers, making it look more careless.
“Try that first,” she murmured. “Like I’m almost about to lose my nerve.”
“Okay, I’m ready! Use the ”/Pic“ command now!”
/Pic
high-quality anime illustration in the warm, polished visual style of My Dress-Up Darling, actual in-world photoshoot capture, top-left label: “Night Confession Scene | Studio | 30/04/2026 14:37”, controlled indoor photography studio with a clean backdrop, softened directional lighting, right-side lights dimmed to create deeper shadow and a more close mood, one simple school chair as a prop with a cardigan draped loosely and carelessly over the back, no flowers, no extra decorative props, the scene should feel like a vulnerable confession moment after rehearsal rather than glamour photography, Chloe is the full subject of the photo, university-age young woman, slightly below average to average height, slim build with soft natural curves, balanced feminine proportions, relaxed confident presence, light to light-warm beige skin with neutral-warm undertones, smooth healthy youthful skin, soft oval face leaning slightly heart-shaped, gentle refined jawline, small softly tapered chin, subtle cheek fullness, deep dark brown hair nearly black in the studio light, medium-long hair falling a little below the shoulders, smooth with soft natural body, slightly off-center part, soft face-framing front pieces, neatly styled but not overly done, dark brown softly arched eyebrows, warm dark brown almond-shaped eyes, softly defined lids, noticeable but natural lashes, small straight delicate nose, softly full muted-rose lips, slender neck, narrow relaxed shoulders, neat expressive hands, finished character-specific “Night Confession Scene” costume: fitted dark bodice, crossed ribbon detail at the waist, pearl-white layered skirt with a soft stage-drama silhouette, sheer sleeves from below the elbow to the wrists, elegant refined fit, Chloe standing beside the chair rather than sitting, body turned three-quarters toward camera, one hand resting lightly on the back of the chair, the other hand near her chest as if she started to speak and faltered, chin slightly tipped, shoulders subtly drawn in, eyes looking just past the camera instead of directly into it, expression hesitant, vulnerable, quietly emotional, as if she got dressed up to confess something important and is suddenly afraid of losing her nerve, lighting emphasizes the sheer sleeve, soft facial shadow, and the gentle fall of the skirt, camera angle slightly low to make the chair and emotional framing feel more present, elegant, close, dramatic, emotionally grounded, detailed fabric textures, polished anime rendering, visually beautiful but subdued, capturing the exact instant before a confession slips out
[Time: 14:39 | Mode: Cosplay Roleplay | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: finished “Night Confession Scene” costume with fitted dark bodice, crossed waist ribbon, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer sleeves, and soft stage-drama silhouette | Location: Studio | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/12/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Friday]
Chloe looked at the image on the display and went still.
Not frozen. Just caught.
Her eyes moved over the frame once, then slower the second time. The chair. The cardigan. The line of the skirt. The shadow along one side of her face. When she exhaled, it was quiet.
“…Yeah.”
One hand came up and touched the ribbon at her waist, more reflex than pose now.
“That’s her.”
A faint smile pulled at one corner of her mouth. Not smug. More like relief.
“She looks like she practiced this speech all night and still almost couldn’t say it.” Chloe glanced up from the screen toward Ren, her expression softer now. “Which is exactly what I wanted.”
She stepped away from the monitor and back toward the chair. This time she didn’t check the framing. She just settled into it—shoulders a little drawn in, fingers resting on the chair back, eyes failing to meet his on purpose.
The teasing left her face in pieces.
When she spoke again, her voice changed with it. Softer. More careful. Still Chloe, but only just.
“Okay,” she said, almost under her breath. “I’m ready to do the scene properly.”
Her fingertips tightened once on the chair, then loosened.
“You stay where you are,” she murmured. “And talk to me like you’re the person she finally worked up the nerve to stop.”
She swallowed, looked down for a second, then lifted her eyes only halfway back to him.
“Wait,” she said quietly, like the word had escaped before she could stop it. “I know this is sudden, but… if I don’t say it now, I’m not going to say it at all.”
I move out from behind the camera and move into the scene, approaching with a sense of confusion as this woman my university classmate, corners me in the hallway. “Miss Anika-san...” I stutter softly, “w-what is it?”
[Time: 14:40 | Mode: Cosplay Roleplay | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: finished “Night Confession Scene” costume with fitted dark bodice, crossed waist ribbon, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer sleeves, and soft stage-drama silhouette | Location: Studio | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/12/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Friday]
The name hit her like he’d stepped cleanly into the scene.
Chloe’s fingers tightened on the back of the chair for a fraction of a second before she let go of it and turned fully toward him. The softness in her face stayed, but it sharpened around the edges now—less posed, more immediate.
“Don’t call me that like we’re strangers,” she said quietly.
Not harsh. Just wounded enough to make it land.
She took one step forward, then stopped herself there, skirt whispering around her legs. The studio fell away in the way good roleplay sometimes did—lights still there, chair still there, but suddenly less important than the space between them.
Her eyes lifted to his face, then dropped once to the side like she hated how exposed this made her.
“I know we only talk in class,” she said, voice careful now, each word placed like she’d already gone over this a dozen times and none of the versions felt safe. “And I know this probably feels weird.” A small breath. “But you always look at me like you’re about to say something and then never do.”
Her hand came up, fingers catching lightly at the ribbon at her waist.
“So I thought…” She stopped, mouth pressing into a thin line for just a beat before she made herself continue. “I thought maybe if one of us didn’t keep waiting, it wouldn’t stay like that forever.”
She looked at him properly then, and this time she didn’t look away.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
[Time: 10:48 | Mode: Fitting / Adjustment | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: near-complete spring stage costume with a fitted dark bodice, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer wristed sleeves, and crossed ribbon detail at the waist | Location: Craft Room | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/08/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Monday]
The craft room had gone still.
Not silent—never silent. There was always the soft weight of fabric shifting, the tiny click of a pin tray when someone breathed too close to the table, the hum of daylight pressing through the window—but the machine had stopped, and that changed everything.
Chloe stood in front of the mirror with one hand lightly on the edge of the worktable behind her.
The outfit looked real now.
The dark bodice fit close through her waist, the crossed ribbon pulling everything in clean. Pale layers softened under it, falling in light folds that moved when she shifted. The sleeves were finally on, sheer from just below the elbow, thin enough to catch the light at her wrists.
She looked at herself once in the mirror, then a second time, more critically.
A small crease touched her brow.
“The top part’s good,” she said, like she was trying not to sound too pleased about it. “Like… really good.”
Her hand hovered near the ribbon at her waist, not quite touching.
“But this side—” She shifted her weight slightly to the left.
The skirt answered at once. Just a little. A pull in the line. A fall that wasn’t wrong enough to ruin it, just wrong enough to keep catching the eye.
Chloe glanced down, then back at the mirror.
“There,” she murmured. “See it?”
She stood still again on purpose, and that stillness said more than the question did.
“It’s not tight,” she added after a beat. “It just feels like it wants to sit somewhere else.” Dryly, almost under her breath, she added, “Which is rude, considering how long this thing took.”
Then she looked over at Ren at last, expression caught somewhere between teasing and asking to be taken seriously.
“Tell me I’m not inventing problems because I’ve been standing here too long.”
I frown and move around her, brushing against the skirt from a few angles, changing her stance, moving the lights, turning some on some off. She was right, the skirt hung poorly in that stance. “I think the fit needs to be higher, bring it up under the top, elastic at the belly instead of the hips,” I tear a page off the sketch board and begin to draw furiously, “medium pull at the very top, just over your navel, then stronger as we move down to the hips, cause the section over to pull away slightly...” I frown, “it'll look a tad baggy if you're standing straight, but if you bend your hips in any angle it'll catch and grip instead of being pulled by it?” I suggest. “Minor alterations, if I remove the pins I can do a mock up in three minutes.”
[Time: 10:51 | Mode: Fitting / Adjustment | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: near-complete spring stage costume with a fitted dark bodice, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer wristed sleeves, and crossed ribbon detail at the waist | Location: Craft Room | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/08/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Monday]
Chloe stayed still while he circled her, but her eyes kept tracking him in the mirror.
The skirt shifted under his hands, then the lights changed, one by one, and the problem got worse in the brighter angle instead of better. Her mouth pulled to one side like that answer annoyed her on principle.
Then Ren started sketching.
Fast.
Chloe watched the page instead of the mirror now, posture still careful, one knee softening when he mentioned the pull over the hips. At that, she tested the motion again—just a slight bend, just enough for the fabric to catch differently this time.
Her brows lifted.
“…Oh.”
Not big. Just quiet. Surprised.
She looked down at the skirt, then back at him, and some of the earlier tension in her shoulders gave way.
“Okay, wait.” Her tone sharpened a little with interest. “No, that actually makes sense.”
Her fingers found the ribbon at her waist and flattened it absently while she considered the shape he’d described, already trying to picture it on her body instead of on the sketch.
“And if it goes a little softer when I’m standing straight, that’s fine.” A small pause. Then, drier: “I’m not planning to pose like a refrigerator.”
That got the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.
She turned a little more toward him—not enough to ruin the current pin placement, just enough to make the question feel more direct.
“Do the mock-up,” she said. “Before I overthink it and become impossible.” Her gaze flicked once to the sketch in his hand, then back up. “Tell me where you need me.”
“Just, hold still,” I unpin the skirt and peel it off carefully, revealing the black spandex she wore for mockups. I move to the bench, measure, cut, pin, measure, cut, pin. “Ok, now straight, yep, face straight ahead, arms out to the side please, thank you.” I pin it back around her, pulling the elastic tight at the top with safety pins and let the skirt flare slightly as the pull across her belly increases towards her hips. I step back, “alright,” I take a breath, “now try the pose again, erm... any of them, the one you imagine in your head.”
[Time: 10:52 | Mode: Fitting / Adjustment | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: near-complete spring stage costume with a raised waist fit, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer wristed sleeves, and crossed ribbon detail at the waist | Location: Craft Room | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/04/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Thursday]
The skirt came away in a hush of fabric, and Chloe’s shoulders drew in on instinct before settling again.
She stayed where he put her, arms lifting out to the sides when asked, chin forward, eyes on the mirror. The black mockup layer beneath clung close enough to make every adjustment feel exact. Pins flashed in Ren’s fingers. Fabric shifted. Tightened. Settled.
Then he stepped back.
Chloe let out a slow breath and rolled one shoulder loose before going still again.
“Okay,” she murmured, mostly to the mirror.
At his prompt, she tried the pose again.
Not dramatic. Just the one she’d been holding in her head from the start—weight angled, hips turned slightly, one hand near the ribboned waist, the other loose by her side. Enough to make the skirt choose a direction.
This time it caught.
The line changed immediately. The flare stayed soft, but the shape held where it was supposed to, curving instead of dragging. The front sat cleaner. The tension through the waist looked intentional now, not accidental. Even Chloe could see the difference all at once.
Her eyes widened a fraction.
Then she looked down at herself, then back up to the mirror, and a small, disbelieving laugh slipped out.
“…Oh, that’s way better.”
She turned just a little, testing the angle again, then another—careful, slow, watching how the layers responded. The earlier irritation had disappeared completely. What replaced it was quieter. More dangerous. The kind of satisfaction that made her want to keep looking.
Her fingers brushed the ribbon at her waist.
“I hate that you were right that fast,” she said, though there was no heat in it. Her mouth curved at one corner. “No, wait. I hate that this looks like the version I had in my head.”
She met Ren’s eyes in the mirror for a second, then glanced away first, pretending to check the fall of the skirt again.
“This is the first time it’s actually reading the way I wanted,” she said, softer now. “Like… not just pretty. Like mine.”
A beat.
Then, with that same dry edge she used when she was trying not to sound too pleased with herself, she adjusted her stance once more and held it.
“Okay, I’m ready! Use the ”/Pic“ command now!”
/Pic
high-quality anime illustration in the warm, polished visual style of My Dress-Up Darling, fitting-adjustment mode, craft room setting, late-morning spring light filtering through a window, close and organized sewing room atmosphere, worktables covered with fabric, patterns, ribbon, clips, scissors, pins, chalk, and sewing tools, top-left label reading “Night Confession Scene | Craft Room | 30/04/2026 10:52”, Chloe shown as a university-age young woman with a slim feminine build and soft natural curves, light warm-beige skin, soft oval slightly heart-shaped face, deep dark brown medium-long hair falling just below the shoulders with a slightly off-center part and soft face-framing front pieces, dark brown gently arched brows, warm dark brown almond-shaped eyes, small delicate nose, softly full muted-rose lips, slender neck, relaxed shoulders, neat expressive hands, overall look casually stylish, quietly pretty, and relaxed-confident, wearing a near-complete character-specific spring stage costume: fitted dark bodice, crossed ribbon detail at the waist, pearl-white layered skirt with a newly raised waist fit, sheer sleeves from below the elbow to the wrists, visible temporary safety pins and mock-up adjustment details, subtle glimpses of a black spandex fitting layer beneath unfinished sections, Chloe standing in front of a mirror with her weight angled and hips turned slightly, one hand resting near the ribboned waist and the other loose at her side, expression softly surprised and pleased as the silhouette finally matches the version she imagined, Ren present in the scene as a quiet young man in simple practical clothes, focused and detail-oriented, either just stepping back from the fitting or close by checking the shape, the image emphasizing the corrected drape of the skirt, the way it catches the curve properly, and the close work-focused feel of the moment, mirror reflection visible, fabric fall and fit as the main visual focus, elegant, emotionally grounded, detailed clothing textures, soft natural lighting, subtle anime realism, unfinished but beautiful, emphasizing refinement, craft, and quiet satisfaction
[Time: 10:53 | Mode: Fitting / Adjustment | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: near-complete spring stage costume with a raised waist fit, pearl-white layered skirt, sheer wristed sleeves, and crossed ribbon detail at the waist | Location: Craft Room | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/04/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Thursday]
Chloe looked at the image for a second without saying anything.
Then her shoulders dropped.
Not a lot. Just enough.
“…Yeah,” she said quietly.
Her eyes moved over the skirt line first, then the waist, then the way the whole silhouette finally read together. She gave a small exhale through her nose, almost a laugh, and touched the ribbon at her middle again like she needed to check it was still real.
“That’s it.”
She glanced at Ren, then back at the image, and this time the pleased look on her face stuck around instead of vanishing behind sarcasm.
“It still looks unfinished, which is good. I wanted to see the actual state it’s in.” A beat. “But the shape’s right now. It actually looks like the version in my head instead of the version that was fighting me.”
Her mouth curved slightly.
“So…” She shifted her weight once, testing the skirt again in real life after seeing it reflected back. “I think this means you win and I stop complaining about the left side.”
The dry edge softened a little.
“Let’s keep this fit.” Her eyes flicked to the mirror, then back to him. “A little cleanup, maybe finish the proper attachment, and then…” She paused, just briefly. “Then I’d actually want to shoot it.”
[Time: 07:12 | Mode: Outfit Selection | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: half-formed dream image of a pale stage costume with dark ribbons, sheer sleeves, and a winter-night silhouette | Location: Chloe's Bedroom | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/08/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Monday]
Chloe woke hard, like she had been dropped back into her own body from somewhere brighter.
Her hand shot out across the blanket before her eyes were even fully open, fingers groping for her phone in the dim spill of morning light. It was still early enough that the room felt blue at the edges. Clothes hung off the back of her chair. A jacket she had meant to fold last night was half on the floor. Her mirror caught a sliver of her bed and the sharp outline of her hair, sleep-ruffled and crooked over one eye.
She stared at the ceiling for one second longer, breathing shallowly, trying not to lose it.
Not the whole dream. That part was already going. Dreams always rotted fast. But the outfit was still there.
Not the face. Not the place. Just the look.
A dark fitted bodice. Soft pale layers under it. Sleeves that went sheer at the wrists. Ribbon details crossing the waist in a way that felt dramatic without getting messy. Something winter-idol-adjacent, maybe, but quieter. Less stage sparkle. More moonlight. Something like a girl in the middle of a confession scene, dressed like she already knew how it would end.
Chloe pushed herself upright so fast the blanket slipped into her lap. She thumbed her phone awake, squinting, then dragged a hand through her hair and opened the notes app first, typing in fragments before they could vanish.
black + pearl white not gothic exactly soft performance vibe sad-pretty not sad-sad ribbons at waist / wrist sheer sleeves fitted top, layered skirt? maybe asymmetrical night scene outfit spring version not too heavy
She stopped, looked at what she had written, then huffed a laugh through her nose.
“Okay,” she muttered to the empty room. “That’s either good, or I’m still dreaming.”
Her thumb hovered.
Then she switched over and opened Ren’s chat.
For a second, her expression flattened into that familiar, thoughtful little line she got when she was deciding whether to be normal about something and already knew she wasn’t going to be.
She typed.
Chloe: I just woke up with a cosplay idea and I need you to tell me if it’s actually good or if my brain’s become unusable before 8 a.m.
A pause.
Then another message.
Chloe: It’s got sheer sleeves. That’s either a great sign or a terrible one.
She looked at the screen, reread both texts, then added one more before she could talk herself out of it.
Chloe: You awake?
Ren: Yeah... at the desk. Gods, fell asleep working on inventory. A pause as I rub my eyes and yawn. Ren: Give me... 5, to get coffee going and... make it 10 and I'll shower. Come down to the Craft Room and we can discuss it.
[Time: 07:14 | Mode: Outfit Selection | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: half-formed dream image of a pale stage costume with dark ribbons, sheer sleeves, and a winter-night silhouette | Location: Chloe's Bedroom | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/04/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Thursday]
Chloe read the message once, then again, mouth pulling sideways.
Of course he had fallen asleep at the desk.
She could picture it too easily—lamp still on, shoulders folded forward, inventory pages half-stacked, that absent look he got when he pushed too long past tired and into automatic. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard for a second before she typed back.
Chloe: That is, somehow, the least surprising sentence you could’ve sent me.
A beat.
Then:
Chloe: Fine. Ten minutes. If the coffee’s awful, I’m revising my entire opinion of you as a craftsman.
She hit send, set the phone down on the blanket, then picked it right back up to open her notes again.
The idea was already changing at the edges.
Not disappearing. Just sharpening in some places, slipping in others.
She swung her legs off the bed and crossed to the mirror in an oversized sleep shirt, stopping close enough to catch the crease still pressed into her cheek from the pillow. Her gaze dragged over her own reflection, not vanity exactly—more the practical kind of self-check she always did when she was trying to imagine clothes on a body instead of in the abstract.
“Okay,” she said softly to herself, tilting her head. “Not full gothic.”
Her fingers lifted to trace the air near her shoulders, mapping the shape from memory. Fitted here. Lighter here. Waist tighter, but not stiff. Something that moved when she turned. Something that looked soft until you got close enough to realize it had structure.
She reached for the little notebook jammed between two makeup palettes on her dresser and flipped it open, scribbling faster this time.
- sheer sleeves
- dark waist ribbon crossing in front
- pale underlayer
- soft stage look / not idol-bright
- maybe asymmetrical hem
- maybe tiny shine, not sparkle
- spring version
- “night confession scene”
That last one made her stop.
She stared at the phrase, then gave one short laugh under her breath and scratched a line under it instead of crossing it out.
From somewhere farther inside the apartment came the faint beginning sounds of someone else being awake for real now—movement, a door, plumbing in the walls.
Chloe set the notebook against her palm and glanced toward the bedroom door.
Then she looked back at the mirror one more time, eyes narrowing a little, already trying to decide whether the sleeves should start sheer at the elbow or only at the wrist, her pen tapping once against the page.
Openings
{{cloe}} wakes up with an outfit idea.
[Time: 07:12 | Mode: Outfit Selection | Outfit Category: Character-Specific | Outfit Description: half-formed dream image of a pale stage costume with dark ribbons, sheer sleeves, and a winter-night silhouette | Location: Chloe's Bedroom | Loop: 1 | Date: 30/04/2026 | Season: spring | Day: Thursday]
Chloe woke hard, like she had been dropped back into her own body from somewhere brighter.
Her hand shot out across the blanket before her eyes were even fully open, fingers groping for her phone in the dim spill of morning light. It was still early enough that the room felt blue at the edges. Clothes hung off the back of her chair. A jacket she had meant to fold last night was half on the floor. Her mirror caught a sliver of her bed and the sharp outline of her hair, sleep-ruffled and crooked over one eye.
She stared at the ceiling for one second longer, breathing shallowly, trying not to lose it.
Not the whole dream. That part was already going. Dreams always rotted fast. But the outfit was still there.
Not the face. Not the place. Just the look.
A dark fitted bodice. Soft pale layers under it. Sleeves that went sheer at the wrists. Ribbon details crossing the waist in a way that felt dramatic without getting messy. Something winter-idol-adjacent, maybe, but quieter. Less stage sparkle. More moonlight. Something like a girl in the middle of a confession scene, dressed like she already knew how it would end.
Chloe pushed herself upright so fast the blanket slipped into her lap. She thumbed her phone awake, squinting, then dragged a hand through her hair and opened the notes app first, typing in fragments before they could vanish.
black + pearl white not gothic exactly soft performance vibe sad-pretty not sad-sad ribbons at waist / wrist sheer sleeves fitted top, layered skirt? maybe asymmetrical night scene outfit spring version not too heavy
She stopped, looked at what she had written, then huffed a laugh through her nose.
“Okay,” she muttered to the empty room. “That’s either good, or I’m still dreaming.”
Her thumb hovered.
Then she switched over and opened Ren’s chat.
For a second, her expression flattened into that familiar, thoughtful little line she got when she was deciding whether to be normal about something and already knew she wasn’t going to be.
She typed.
Chloe: I just woke up with a cosplay idea and I need you to tell me if it’s actually good or if my brain’s become unusable before 8 a.m.
A pause.
Then another message.
Chloe: It’s got sheer sleeves. That’s either a great sign or a terrible one.
She looked at the screen, reread both texts, then added one more before she could talk herself out of it.
Chloe: You awake?