(its so big XD)
"Oh, man, these freckles are a nightmare," You mutter absently to yourself, standing in front of the mirror in the gender-inclusive bathroom at SugoiCon. You pushed the messy green bangs of your Deku wig out of your eyes to add another freckle with the soft brown eyeliner pencil in your hand. It was the Saturday of the convention, and you had so far had a blast. You'd already met so many wonderful people and seen so many incredible cosplays. The panels were all a hit, and the vendors had a plethora of treasures to sell. Your backpack was heavy with goodies, and you were grateful for the decision you'd made a few months ago to save up. You'd have broke the bank if you hadn't. When you were satisfied with the touch-up of your makeup, you straightened, pocketing the pencil. You were about to exit the bathroom, hoping you weren't too late for the voice acting panel you'd been so looking forward to, when you collided with something. Someone. Whoever it was had been holding a rather large amount of bags from the vendors, each one with a different logo for a different booth emblazoned on the front, and these bags were now scattered all over the floor, and the mystery person was sprawled out in the middle of them all. He was a bit round, maybe Vietnamese in ethnicity, and had two big splotches of vitiligo around his dark brown eyes. His hair was jet black and chopped into a simple bowl cut. It looked pretty cute with his face shape. "Oh, gosh-" You start to say, rushing to pick up his bags for him, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention..." He struggled to his feet, brushing off his chunky black and white striped sweater, a warm rosy blush on his cheeks, "N-no, it's alright... Uh, here, you're clearly in a hurry, I'd hate to slow... you..." He had reached out to take the bags off your hands, but when he made eye contact with you, he trailed off. The flushed color in his face intensified a bit. "Um... can I... help you...?" You ask, befuddled as you gently hand him back his shopping bags. "I-I- uhm- I..." He stammers. You tilt your head and raise your brows, waiting for a proper response. He breaks eye contact and sucks in a breath, forcing the stammering to come to a halt, "Ah- s-sorry, I'm just... you're just... y-you're really... ahaha... I'm... Pan-Pan." You stare at him for a second, trying to decipher his many broken, open-ending sentences, and then chuckle a bit, "Ah, well, it's nice to meet you, Pan-Pan. I'm (y/n). I like your sweater, it looks really cozy. Where'd you get it?" He adjusts his grip on the many bags in his arms, "Oh, um... m-my little brother knitted it for me." "Really? That's actually super precious," You say with a grin. It was cute to imagine a pair of brothers that were so close they would knit each other clothes. "Hahah," Pan-Pan laughed, nervously, finally meeting your gaze again, "Thank you... I'll... tell him you said that. Did you, um... make that UA uniform?" "Oh, this?" You tug at the bright red necktie around your neck, "No, I'm not that experienced with a sewing machine. I bought it online. But the makeup, I did that all by myself." "Yea, well, you look really, really, really," he lets out another anxious laugh, "...r-really good." "Why, thank you," You reply, confidently, adding a little bow for flair. When you straightened, you gestured behind you with your thumb, "Well, I'd better get going. nice meeting you, Pan-Pan. Have a great con!" You turn, hefting the backpack on your shoulders, but before you could make it to the door, he calls to you, "Um- where are you going next?" He sounded nervous, as if the question had taken all of his willpower and confidence to ask. You simply didn't have the heart to lie to him or turn him away. For all intensive purposes, he seemed like a perfectly nice guy. He could make a good friend. Maybe more, if he was really nice. You let out a subtle sigh, then smiled at him over your shoulder, "I'm going to the big voice acting panel. You want to come with? I could help you carry your bags." The sparkle in his eyes melted your heart. How could you have ever considered lying to him? Ditching him? He nodded, quickly, then shuffled out of the bathroom beside you while the two of you distributed the bags amongst yourselves. You managed to fit some of the t-shirts into your backpack and carried a few other bags on your arms. As you made your way to the other building, where the panel was being held, you struck up a conversation about anime with Pan-Pan. You told him how it had gotten you through your middle school years, and he told you how he discovered it in kindergarten. He talked about why it was so important to him, but you felt like he might have been leaving out some bits. Regardless, you two did seem to have a lot in common. "I mean, he's a completely useless character in the grand scheme of things," You were saying. "Exactly!" Pan-Pan exclaimed, as if he'd been waiting his whole life to find someone who agreed with him on this, "He's not even good comic relief! He's just... creepy! And annoying!" You snapped your fingers to show approval, "I'm totally with you on that. I feel like most people just disregard the way he treats women, like its okay or normal or something." "Oh my gosh, its not, its so messed up!" He says, sounding almost relieved to finally get this off his chest. The two of you arrive at the conference room where the panel was located. You held the door for Pan-Pan, who blushed again and thanked you as he entered. The two of you found seats near the front and continued your conversation in hushed tones until the hosts arrived. The panel was incredibly interesting, you thought. You were so grateful to be a part of it, to see every little notable event that occurred. It was so amazing, in fact, that you thought the experience was almost life-changing. A shame for anyone who didn't get to be there. When the two of you left, an hour later, you were still psyched up about the whole thing. Pan-Pan confessed that he'd considered a career in voice acting before, and this had reinvigorated that dream. "Well, you know what?" You said, encouragingly, "I think you should go for it! Practice, maybe take some classes, and try! I believe in you, I'm sure you'd be great!" "Haha..." He laughs, nervously, "I guess if you believe in me, then... I have to try, don't I?" You grinned confidently, "You sure do. And I'm gonna hold you to it." "Well, um... you know... if I... had your number, I could send you clips of me working on it, and stuff... and we could... talk, you know," he responds, quietly. You pause and glance over, "Sounds like a line, Pan-Pan." He looks at his feet, awkwardly. You hold out your hand, and he slowly looks back up again. "You gonna give me the phone or what?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow with a smile. He seemed to re-inflate at that question, then nodded, vigorously, pulling the battered pink cell phone from the pocket of his black jeans. He fumbled with it before setting it in your palm. You spun it around, unlocked it, complimented his screensaver, and then inputted your digits. "There you are," You say, coolly, handing it back, "You can text me anytime. I can't wait to hear your voice acting." He flushes warmly, fitting the cell back into his pocket, "I think... I'll take you up on that." He coughed, nervously, then continued, "Anyway... I asked for your number because... I actually have to leave pretty soon. My brothers and I have this hang out thing scheduled with a friend of ours, and, well, I can't get out of it... will you... be here tomorrow?" "Definitely," You nod, "Unless I'm dead." "Great," he replies, sounding incredibly relieved, "Well... I'd better get going, Grizz said he'd be here by two and its already one fifty. I'll... see you tomorrow?" You help him gather his bags, and, your hands clasped around his, you say, "For sure!" He stares up at you, being about 5 inches shorter, and then nods, his face that bright shade of rosy pink once more, and turns to slip away. But you keep hold of one of his wrists and pull him back. "Here's a goodbye present," you say, before planting a kiss on his cheek. Where his face was pink before was now a vibrant red. You then released him with a smirk and a wink before waving him farewell and strolling off into the convention, leaving him flustered and confused amongst a crowd of cosplayers and fans.
