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Cosplay Conundrum

Summary:

A birthday gift for the incredible artist Octoboy that I spent an embarrassing amount of time working on.

A pair of Danganronpa cosplayers have to cut their photoshoot short after some food leaves them incredibly gassy. They discover, after rushing back to their hotel room to release all their pent-up farts, that they might enjoy their flatulence-and each other, more than they thought.

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So dedicated to the craft of cosplay were these two young men that they refused to refer to each other by any name other than the ones of their respective characters. Shuichi and Kokichi were well known in the cosplay scene, going from convention to convention to show off their latest perfectly accurate costumes.

Currently, they were attending the largest anime convention in all of North America, or at least, that's what the promoters claimed. The evidence seemed to be on their side though, as the convention center was absolutely packed. It was an unbroken sea of colorful costumed humanity from the entrance to the building to the exit. Any given attendee would find that not a moment could pass where they were not rubbing up against someone else.

Save for Shuichi and Kokichi themselves. They were no mere attendees-no, they were VIPs. As they entered the glass and steel building, the mob of con goers parted before them like the Red Sea. They knew that they were in the presence of greatness; they could neither tear their gaze away from them nor bring themselves to come too close, lest they soil the costumes that they had clearly put countless hours of work into.

The Kokichi cosplayer was the shorter of the two, although their difference in height was not nearly as dramatic as the character's were. Unfortunately, that was one inaccuracy that they simply couldn't avoid. Everything else was spot on from head to toe, starting with his hair. His wig was indistinguishable from real hair, which was an especially impressive achievement considering that it was dark purple. Unlike many a sub-par Dragon Ball cosplayer, Kokichi managed to wear his impossible anime hairstyle as though it had simply been combed that way, instead of held together by a tub of hair gel and a series of wires. Wavy tendrils of blackish purple with violet tips bobbed up and down realistically with every proud step he took through the separated crowd.

Next on the list were his eyes, which had obviously been fitted with purple contact lenses, and given a thorough outline of eyeliner to match the game's style. One thing that no amount of makeup, wigs, or contacts could improve was his facial structure. His natural androgynously handsome features were enough to make him look like a real-life anime character.

Their glamor was no less diminished in the eyes of their admirers when Shuichi turned to his friend, hand on his groaning stomach and said: "Hey, we should probably get something to eat." Kokichi agreed, and so the two went off in search of one of the many food carts that occupied the convention center. Though their appetites could've been sated with the classic all-American combination of nugs and fries, the two cosplayers agreed to try something a bit more adventurous.

They weren't sure exactly what it was this cart was offering, due to the lack of English lettering on its menu, but whatever it was smelled delicious enough to cross over any language barrier. They pointed to the words next to the image of the food they wanted, and each were handed something delicious, steaming hot and stuffed with all sorts of meats, cheeses, vegetables, and beans.

If only they knew what was in store for them as that tasty goodness passed their lips. Out of all the ingredients contained within the foreign treat, both boys possessed an unfortunate allergy to at least one of them.

"That was pretty good," Kokichi said, giving his satisfied tummy a little pat. "We should definitely come back here later," he added.

The symptoms of their allergies didn't manifest at first, and if they did, it was only in the form of a few modest but bassy belly grumbles that could easily be written off as the whines of a stomach that was just slightly overfull.