Micro fic based on the livestream event where Ashveil cross dressed but he basically meets reader while working. This may be OOC so please be mindful, and this isn’t very proofread so i apologize if there’s any errors.
You were out in duomension city, looking for some good old fun entertainment to distract your bored mind. As you pass by the karaoke machine, trying to figure out if you needed to grab a snack from a nearby convenience store, you hear an oddly familiar voice.
Your curiosity grows as you follow the sound of that deep and bassy voice you’ve grown accustomed to. That voice belonged to the detective in Dovebrook district. However you can’t seem to find the source anywhere. You look around at all the passersby’s, trying to figure out where that detective could be hiding.
That’s when you notice a flashy lady wearing a velvet coat that draped off of her shoulders, like a dark river. She’s also wearing an elegant dress that looks like it came straight out of a modeling magazine. But something was off with this lady, you couldn’t tell at a first glance but your gut is telling you something.
“Excuse me miss, have we met before?” You ask, tapping the lady on the shoulder. She then turns around and meets your gaze. Up close she’s even more beautiful, and you find yourself enamored for a moment before snapping yourself back to reality.
“Huh? (Name), what are you doing here?” The lady replies, this time you realize you’ve made a terrible mistake. Your jaw drops as you finally see that the lady was that darn detective you were looking for.
“Ashveil!?!?” You yell before he shushes you and puts his gloved palm over your lips. You stare in awe at how the usually sharp fellow you’ve regularly seen turned into such a sophisticated damsel.
“Yes it’s me, but would you keep it down please!” He hissed before letting out a deep sigh. He didn’t expect someone to recognize him, let alone you. “I’m in the middle of working right now and I can’t afford to be distracted!”
“Oh my gosh, but you’re makeup, and that dress! It’s wonderful!”
Ashveil is taken aback by your compliment, his eye widen and you notice his cheeks beginning to flush too. He knew he didn’t look too shabby but hearing it from you made his stomach flip for a second before he regained his composure.
“Nailed it, I know. Thank you,” He mutters while his gaze averts yours. “I can tell you what I know from Miss Kuchiba, she gave me some good advice. But can we do that after I’m finished with this?”
You nod excitedly, already coming up with a thousand different ideas and styles you could potentially use from his outfit alone. Heck, you even thought about matching with him. But he was busy so instead you bid him farewell with a wave. But as you walk away you realize you never asked him what sort of job could have him cross dressing?
