We Cosplayed Double Black and Transmigrated

[Note: This story is updated whenever inspiration strikes. I write a little when I feel like it, but I will finish it.]

My newlywed husband and I are on our honeymoon. For our first stop, we chose the convention where we met. Just like the first time, he cosplays as the Bandage Freak, and I cosplay as the Hat Rack.

But I only went to the restroom. Why did I go from Shanghai to Yokohama as soon as I walked out?

I tugged at my orange-red hair and looked at the five tall buildings in front of me and the red light surrounding me. My heart sank as I was "invited" into the building.

I met Mori, the boss, and the real Hat Rack. Then, for some reason, I acquired the identity of "the Hat Rack from a parallel world."

Mori wanted me to stay, and I agreed, because I had to find my husband. I had no proof, but I just knew he had come to this world too.

It turned out I was right. During a mission with the real Hat Rack, I heard his voice: "Chuuya."

The man in the sand-colored trench coat gazed at me with such tenderness that I ran straight to him without thinking.

"Waaah... What took you so long to find me? I was so scared..."

I cried. The real Hat Rack was stunned, the real Bandage Freak's expression changed, and only my husband smiled gently and comforted me.

P.S. I had a similar dream and couldn't resist starting a story on impulse.

This is just a sweet little story, with no schemes or logic. It's purely for the sweetness.

It doesn't involve the original plot, so just read it to relax. Don't overthink it or look too deeply into it. Plenty of characters are out of character.

Added November 13, 2021. Screenshot saved.

Theme: The most beautiful love is when both people reach for each other.