I'm an amateur cosplayer, a big-hearted fan who loves the whole cast. I'm 1.6 meters tall, and whenever I cosplay Bungo Stray Dogs, I always play Dazai. I'm wickedly charming, uninhibited, and dripping with dark angst, with a pie chart in my eyes. My followers just say Dark Dazai has ascended to a higher dimension.
My best friend is 1.8 meters tall, a twisted (?) Dazai fan and a hardcore Chinese fan. They aren't part of the cosplay community and only occasionally let me drag them in to fill out the lineup, always playing Chuuya Nakahara. Even their suits are custom-made. Can you believe it?
One day, my best friend and I transmigrated.
But--
Why was I identified as "Chuuya Nakahara" just because of my height?!
With "Chuuya Nakahara's" face, I looked at the imposing red-brick building in front of me, then at the outfit I was wearing, which was obviously Armed Detective Agency Dazai's. My expression slowly turned horrified. "...Bestie, you're done for!"
Port Mafia headquarters, the boss's office.
My best friend, dressed in Chuuya's executive uniform, stared at Mori Ougai and Chuuya Nakahara. "..."
My best friend, wearing Dazai Osamu's face: "Help :)"
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Warning: The characters may be out of character! The story switches madly between first and third person! There will probably be some unnecessary descriptions of appearance and inner thoughts~ I mainly started writing this because I wanted to see the two of them swap clothes (you).
If anyone wants to read it, please leave a comment. I'll reply carefully, hehe. And of course, feel free to ask for updates! Whether that works is another matter (what).
P.S. I started this on impulse. It's a brainless silly story, so just have fun reading it. The author is a chronic procrastinator, hehe.
Another story: [Bungo Stray Dogs] The Knockoff Double Black
Theme: Feelings that exist
