-- What bad intentions could cosplayers possibly have? They just want to have fun.
In short, my friend and I agreed to cosplay high school Gojo and high school Geto at a convention...
As genderbent versions.
In over-the-top, out-of-character black-stocking maid outfits, no less.
But after I finished my makeup, changed into my outfit, and charged out the door with a megaphone blasting "Fall for me, 5t5" on repeat, I realized there were three problems:
1. My friend had stood me up.
2. I'd transmigrated across dimensions and ended up in front of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru themselves.
3. I couldn't take out my colored contact lenses.
Me: Fuck (in both Chinese and Japanese)
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Note: This is an out-of-character collaborative fic about putting Gojo through the wringer, written with my good friend Le Ge (Xing Zhou). If all goes according to plan, her story should be called The Little Mishap of Genderbending Gojo Satoru for Cosplay and Having It Backfire (if you can't find it, she may still be procrastinating on writing the blurb).
Theme: Love is the greatest magic
