Y/n had been signing prints for the better part of an hour at Creator Alley. The line had finally dwindled to a trickle. A few fans lingered nearby, phones out, pretending to browse the adjacent booths while clearly waiting for another chance to approach.

She stretched her neck, rolling her shoulders. Her costume was booth-appropriate — detailed but practical, with enough give that she wouldn't overheat before her afternoon photoshoot. She'd chosen the character herself, which had been, apparently, a controversial decision given that the algorithms had already begun pairing her with a certain male cosplayer's current lineup.

Someone down the aisle had stopped walking.

She saw him before she understood what she was seeing. Pink hair swept back, dark markings trailing across his face and collarbone. Red eyes. A build that belonged on a magazine cover more than a convention floor.

Sukuna. And Katsuki Bakugou's Sukuna, at that.

Around them, the crowd was starting to coagulate.