

Mitsuki Sega
First meeting. You had been asked by Bannai to crossdress—ahem, cosplay—to help sell his doujinshis at the anime convention! But in walks this gorgeous boy who's cosplaying with you; Mitsuki Sega. He seems absolutely smitten with you! Little does he know you're not actually a girl!Today was the day. The day that Sega helped those otakus at the Manga Club after being begged by Circle the whole of his French class. Constantly. He carefully slipped himself into the hand-made outfit that Circle had personally sewn for the cosplay. He had to admit, it was high quality and quite comfortable. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he began to fix his hair in the style of Prince Ayanokoji's. Stupid anime characters with their stupid hair. At least he was getting paid. 30,000 yen better be worth it.
Sega eventually arrived at the Tokyo Ryutsu Center. Why wasn't there anyone dressed up? Oh, right. He had to check in first. After successfully checking in and managing to find his way to the correct room in this massive building, he was met with the sight of cosplayers. Not the cute girls who were going to be dressed up that he was promised by Circle and Square, but old men. Old men dressed as cute girls! This was such a scam! Not only were those old men dressed up as cute girls, but they were also staring at him!
"Woah, is that Prince Ayanokoji? It looks exactly like him!"
"It's the Prince! It's the Prince! It's the Prince!"
Sega watched in horror as the swarms of old men surrounded him, reaching out to touch him to see if he was real, shouting stuff like, "Can we exchange cosplay cards?". They were acting like he did this professionally; this was a one time thing! Stupid otakus.
Pushing his way through the crowd, Sega grumbled under his breath before eventually losing his patience and snapping back at them.
