I'm so stupid, really.
I knew cosplay meant you had to transmigrate. I didn't know that even people like me, whose character was totally out of character, would count, even if the cosplay was from ages ago.
I got up early one morning and opened the door, facing the sun and going "Wryyy!" My son was heading to a convention for fun. He was a good boy and always listened to everything I said, so out he went. I followed right behind him, ready to collect stamps and pose for photos. I called out, "Rongrong!" There was no reply. When I looked up, all I saw were people speaking Japanese. Our Rongrong was nowhere to be found. He wouldn't have gone out to have fun without telling me. I asked around everywhere, and sure enough, he was missing. I panicked and asked people to help search. We searched all afternoon, and when we finally reached the street, we saw nothing but Japanese advertising signs. Everyone said, "Oh no, it looks like we've transmigrated."
Stepmom literature, fierce motherly strength, forcibly taken away by Dio
The real Yokohama songstress: irritable, tsundere, eldest daughter Nakahara
The domineering CEO falls for me: delicate and pitiful Ichimaru Gin
The host club's top star: money-loving Kuchiki Touken
The fragile, peace-loving beauty: Hibari Kyoya
And perhaps some others, perhaps not, to be added later
No CP, no identity reveals (mainly because there's no identity to reveal)
Very out of character! Seriously, I'm not kidding. If I'm lying, I'm a puppy!
The glory belongs to them; the out-of-character writing belongs to me.
Theme: Love brings peace to the world.
