“Cos & Cons”

A ShinKami Cosplay/Convention AU

Thanks to @Baltic_Breath for coming up with this amazing plot idea! & to @flarelunari for being my beta and wife.

#shinkami #cosplayer #bnhafics #mhafics

//The First Time//

Stepping through the giant doors to the convention center, Denki couldn’t stop the grin from stretching over his face. People bustled around him and were shouting back and forth to each other so they could be heard over the crowd.

He got himself in line to pick up his badge for access into different panels and the vip sections. He had saved up for months and he was so happy that he was able to splurge this year.

With a deep inhale, the scent of cheap food and candies mixed with the lemon cleaning

solution the employees used to keep the center sparkling clean filled his nostrils.

When he was second in line, the jitters started, adrenaline pumped through his veins and his brain was buzzing with excitement.

“Next!” The attendee shouted and Denki stepped forward giving

his name and showing the digital pass on his phone.

The black lanyard was handed to him with a laminated badge attached and he was free to enter.

—

A few hours in, he had finally nailed down a plan. He was dressed as his favorite pro hero, Present Mic. His bright yellow hair

made it easy, no wig necessary. Just a fuck ton of gel.

“Oh my /goodness/ you look just like him!” A girl wearing a bright pink dress with matching hair done up in space buns shrieked as she bounded over to him. “There is a guy here dressed as Eraserhead, you /have/ to get a

picture with him!”

“Oh really? Yeah, that’d be pretty cool!” Denki smiled at the girl and she grabbed his wrist.

“Come on, he was over this way!”

Denki allowed himself to be pulled into the thick of the crowd. He had to give props to the girl, not only was she tenacious, but

she also weaved through people like a pro.

She stopped abruptly and then tapped a /very/ tall man on the shoulder. From the back all Denki could see was that he was dressed in all black and had grey fabric wrapped around his neck.

He recognized it to be in the same style as Eraserhead’s capture tool.

‘This must be the guy she was telling me about.’

The lanky man turned and Denki couldn’t hold in his gasp.

The first thing he zeroed in on was how /perfectly/ the man had mimicked Eraserhead’s dead tired eyes.

The messy black wig hung onto his shoulders and black garb clung tightly to what was clearly a pretty chiseled body.

‘This guy is fucking hot.’ Denki was already thirsting over the man with only a single glance.

“Heh, cool. I like your cosplay, you did a good job on it.” The man spoke and although he sounded a bit monotone, he had this hypnotic edge to the huskiness of his voice.

“U-uh… thanks. You too, you really nailed it!” His sentence started off shaky but Denki was able to liven himself up by the end.

“Oh,” the man said and looked down at himself, absently fiddling with one of the loose loops around his neck. “Yeah, thanks… it’s not much though.”

“Are you kidding? You could fool a normal person!” Denki shot him a full on grin.

“Get together! Take a picture, take a picture!” The girl was practically bouncing where she stood, phone out and ready to snap a photo.

Denki took a few steps closer to the man until their shoulders brushed. He looked at the camera with a bright smile and raised his hand up, giving the signature Present Mic peace sign.

“Looks so good! Get closer now!” The girl looked up at them from behind the screen.

“Well, get over here husband.” The commanding voice reverberated through every single bone in Denki’s body. With a heated face and trembling limbs, he slung one arm around the man’s waist and leaned into his side.

He took notice of the fact that the man was at least an entire head taller than him.

“The name is Hitoshi, by the way.” Denki glanced up at the man, Hitoshi, and grinned.

“Denki.” He winked at Hitoshi before turning his face back towards the girl who had clearly been stealing

photos while they spoke.

“Ah~ they look so good!” She squealed and skipped back over to them. “You guys have Twitter? I can DM them to you!”

After exchanging handles Denki turned to look at Hitoshi and noticed that he had a matching badge to his.

“Where are you going next?”

“I was actually on my way to a panel but it’s probably almost over now and finding a place to sit would be torture… so I guess food.” Hitoshi answered him coolly.

“Oh, I’m sorry we made you miss it dude, you should have told us!” Denki’s heart plummeted and he felt really bad

that it was his fault Hitoshi missed it.

“It wasn’t a very important one to me, it was just a free time slot I had and I figured I’d check it out.” Hitoshi shrugged. “Have you eaten? Wanna go find something to eat?”

Denki’s heart kicked into overdrive and he nodded his head like a madman.

‘Lunch with an insanely hot man? Hell yeah!’

——

Denki watched with curious eyes as Hitoshi stood at one of the food vendors, he had insisted that Denki save their table and he’d get their food.

He didn’t mind too much because it meant he got to stare at the glorious ass Hitoshi had on him. His eyes couldn’t stop dancing their way down the man’s body. The way his muscles flexed and rolled under that tight black sweater…

Denki was drooling and it /wasn’t/ because of the food.

He was momentarily distracted by his fantasies when Hitoshi got closer and put down a tray with two corn dogs on it.

“It was either this or pizza that looked like cardboard.”

Denki giggled and picked up his stick taking an overzealous bite from it.

“Much better than cardboard pizza,” he mumbled out, mouth still full.

‘Real attractive, he’s gonna think I’m some kind of heathen.’

Except, Denki was surprised when Hitoshi let out a quiet chuckle and whispered something under his breath.

“What was that?” Denki swallowed his food. “I didn’t catch that.”

“Ah… it’s, uh, nothing. Just kind of reminded me of one of my cats.”

Hitoshi’s cheeks glowed with a red hue and one of his hands reached back to rub over his neck.

Denki took notice of how long his fingers were; how could someone even have sexy hands? It was an anomaly to him.

“How many cats do you have?” Denki cleared his throat and grabbed one of the soda cups that sat on the tray next to the corn dog plate. He took a long sip and looked back to Hitoshi, awaiting an answer.

“Three. Cleo, Nectar, and…” His head dipped. “Mr. Mittens.”

Denki couldn’t hold back his giggle, it fell from his lips as he stared at the man that had a deep and serious voice, tired eyes, and a sexy as sin body. He would have never guessed that Hitoshi had a cat with such a cutesy name.

“Let me guess,” he took lungfuls of air as he recovered from his laughing fit, “I remind you of Mr. Mittens.”

“Yup.”

Denki nodded and threw a smirk at Hitoshi, his heart felt as though it was going to burst from his chest but he went for it anyways.

“Guess I’m one of your kittens now.”

TBC