Chapter 363

Before her stood Sakurakoji Talent, still dressed in that slightly expensive yet "simple" everyday outfit, his face covered by a mask.

It's described as simple because, amidst the crowds of people dressed in outlandish costumes, his clothes were utterly ordinary, easily categorized as those of tourists and photographers.

"It's okay, I'm just a photographer today anyway."

He waved his hand dismissively.

While it's not that he can't be on camera, he hadn't prepared much. If he could prepare the costume for his cosplay next time and avoid being recognized, then it wouldn't matter.

Otherwise, the internet is a terrifying thing; it can silently disrupt all his meticulously planned schemes...

Yes, information cocoons are a good thing! Especially for the people around him!

"Oh, that's a shame. I was hoping to cosplay with Sakurakoji-kun ~"

She lowered her eyebrows in regret.

"Next time for sure,"

He casually remarked, "I'll wear it next time I have my own clothes made."

"Ah, yes..."

She clenched her fists with guilt, her eyes slightly watery. "Is it because I set such a short deadline that you didn't finish your clothes?"

"..."

Huh? Sakurakoji Talent's eyelids fluttered, and he looked at her with a slightly widened gaze, as if surprised. You'll fill in the blanks with your imagination.

However, it can't be said to be wrong?

"Really!"

Seeing his silence, Kitagawa Marin became even more certain of her suspicions, hugged him, and cried out, "I'm sorry! I didn't know~"

"Don't cry! Your makeup, which you worked so hard to put on, will smudge—even though I used setting spray!"

He quickly took out a tissue from his bag and wiped her eyes rapidly.

"It's really okay, I didn't really want to participate in the first place!"

"... Pfft... Really?"

She wiped her nose vigorously, finally stopping her tears, and checked again, still worried.

"Really, really, really, you were just saying you were happy. It must look really weird to other people, right?"

He used some small props he had in his bag to mend her wounds again, unable to do anything about her sentimental nature.

Looking into those calm and serene, beautiful red eyes behind the mask, Kitagawa Marin felt that same warm feeling again, and her heart pounded.

Having such a gentle and capable person take care of me feels... wonderful!

I'm so happy, it's a level of happiness I've had compared to my first time cosplaying!

"Okay, be careful. If you get thirsty or sweaty later, come over here. I've prepared energy Drinks and towels."

"Um, thank you..."

She sniffed, then smiled brightly.

"However, it feels like a lot of people are watching us~ Is it just my imagination?"

She looked around and noticed that they had attracted quite a few eyes.

"No, I feel the same way. Why is that? Is it because of your crying?"

"Mo! Don't say such malicious things!"

She angrily tapped his shoulder, and after thinking for a while, she suddenly realized.

"Could it be?! It's because everyone's mesmerized by this outfit? It's just so cute!"

She spun around on the spot, causing her wide skirt to flutter wildly.

"There's one more thing,"

She confidently held up the breast ornament in front of her, squeezing and deforming it repeatedly, "Because this is the best breast ornament here! After all, the craftsmanship is unmatched!"

Sakurakoji Talent's eyebrows twitched, her gaze slightly drawn to the fabric. "This cloth is so white! No wonder I chose it..."

"Of course! My skills are undoubtedly unmatched!"

He stood tall and proud, just as proudly.

On the purple cloth bag in the Northern Hemisphere, in addition to the original silk rope and pattern, he added a few decorative small flowers, making it exquisite and worthy of being called art. It's no wonder she liked it.

"Yes! That's it!"

Kitagawa Marin wholeheartedly agreed, then added, "However, I think besides me, everyone is probably quite concerned about you Sakurakoji-kun, right?"

"I?"

"Hmm, the umbrella seems to be coldly abandoned by the two Japanese pirates." (Private Eight!)

"I wasn't wearing Cosplay Costume, you know?"

"But you're wearing a mask, right? It's easy for people to think you're some kind of masked male character~ And your beautiful long silver hair, I think many people would assume it's a wig—just like I did at the beginning."

"..."

He raised his hand to shield himself, as if deep in thought. Could that be?

"That, that one!"

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw two girls looking at them nervously and awkwardly, trying to strike up a conversation with them.

"Excuse me! What character is this? I don't think I've seen it before. Can I collect it?"

One of the girls mustered her courage and spoke to... Sakurakoji Talent.

"..."

"I knew it!"

Kitagawa Marin stood with his hands on his hips and chest puffed out, feeling smug about his clever guess.

"..."

Sakurakoji Talent, speechless, touched his ear and explained to the two people in front of him.

"Sorry, I wasn't cosplaying; I just added a mask to my everyday clothes."

"Huh? Is that so? So, this is real hair?"

"Is that so..."

"Really?!"

After persuading the two, whose emotions had shifted from excitement and joy to envy, to leave, he led Kitagawa Marin on a walk around the venue.

From the shade of trees to the square, from outdoors to indoors, he searched for suitable settings for taking photos, using her to practice his rudimentary photography skills.

Sometimes, unable to refuse, and with Kitagawa Marin's encouragement, he also joined her in the stamp collecting activities of enthusiasts.

Well, since I'm wearing a mask anyway, it shouldn't matter if it gets uploaded online.

More than that, he had another purpose today...

While taking pictures of Kitagawa Marin, who was standing not far away with a melancholy and weak expression, he Kokoro and quickly observed his surroundings with his Aya eyes.

In order to lure someone out, he not only posted photos of himself as a Kitagawa Marin, but also used the account with nearly 300,000 followers that he had changed from "Sakura's Garden Prince & Hime" to "Sakura Tailor," just like Kitagawa Marin.

Copywriting: Finally, we have a model!

Image: Kuroe Shizuku

As he expected, the response was tremendous, with a considerable number of likes and comments.

But for some reason, many comments were things I couldn't understand, like "[Hey, another photographer is about to fall into the dark side]", "[Promise me! Don't sell lenses, sell clothes instead]", and "[May I ask which second-hand platform you use on your phone?]".

At the same time, he also used multiple alternate Trumpet to repost photos posted by Kitagawa Marin using his own account under the other party's account, just in case.

After all, there's no guarantee that she'll actually see her update according to the script.

Only Kitagawa Marin mentioned in his social media posts that he would be attending the event today. If he had posted it himself, it would have had a significant impact and would have been quite annoying.

From the moment he arrived at this cosplay venue, he had been searching for the other person.

Fortunately, he found it not long after.

It wasn't that his reconnaissance abilities were particularly amazing, but rather that, in this entire area, the pink-haired, suspicious loli (referring to her figure) wearing a black mask and sunglasses was the only one of her kind.

His crimson eyes casually swept towards the trees not far away, giving him a brief glance.

There, a suspicious-looking girl, wearing a white dress over a navy blue shirt and sunglasses and a mask that were even more conspicuous than his, was leaning out and staring in their direction.

"..."

She's been there ever since they first arrived and started discussing clothes.

Chapter 379 Miss White Tiger's actions are astonishing.

"Tasty!"

After the cosplay event in Ikebukuro ended in the morning, the two waited for Kitagawa Marin to change her clothes in the venue's rest area before going to a nearby restaurant for lunch.

"It's just ordinary Chashu Rice?"

Sakurakoji Talent brushed a stray strand of hair from the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Then, she scooped up a spoonful of rice drizzled with dark broth and Kokoro and naturally put it into her mouth.

Yeah, it tastes like regular char siu.

For him, it was just an ordinary movement, but to the other customers in the store, and to Kitagawa Marin, his movements were simply too beautiful and elegant to be true!

After they entered the fast food restaurant, the eyes of many people, regardless of age or gender, would frequently and furtively sweep over them.

He also took off his mask because he needed to eat.

The crowd was secretly observing him, and he was secretly observing them as well.

Based on the information he gathered, the most shocked person present was the pink-haired girl whose mask had even fallen off in shock.

The height difference between her and her sister is quite significant, isn't it?

This level is only slightly higher than that of Tamade Chiyu (140), right?

The other person's name is Tamade Chiyu, and her online name is Chuchu. They even have similar pink hair colors, Emmm, hard to judge.

Across from him, Kitagawa Marin couldn't help but smirk, her pretty face unable to maintain its composure.

Even though she's considered one of the most innocent-looking girls in the hot girl group, her cheerful appearance and straightforward personality still make her prone to overthinking.

' Sakurakoji-kun's movements are so elegant! And he's so beautiful, he looks more like a girl than me!'

'That's a foul! It's impossible to stay calm! My heart, which had just calmed down, is pounding again!'

"Maybe I used up too much energy today, so it tastes especially good!"

She unladylike stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth to hide her embarrassment, her delicate earlobes turning pink.

"Indeed, I walked a lot today and took a lot of photos."

He glanced at the clothing bag and DSLR camera beside him, a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, my photography skills aren't good enough, so the photos aren't very good, only slightly better than using a mobile phone."

"That's not true at all! It already looks great, I'm extremely satisfied!"

Kitagawa Marin leaned closer, sternly objecting, "And Sakurakoji-kun's makeup skills are amazing! It's unbearable~!"

She cupped her face, now free of makeup, in her Hands, and couldn't help but revel in the perfect role-playing she had just performed.

Ah, ah~ It's so wonderful to be able to perfectly recreate my favorite character~

"Thank you~ So, what character would you like to cosplay next time, Kitagawa-classmate, and what event would you like to participate in? I'll try to practice more and take even better photos of you next time."

"Eh? Is it okay?!"

Kitagawa Marin leaned forward in surprise to read; she grabbed his hand that was holding the rice spoon, "Really, can we still ask Sakurakoji-kun to make clothes?"

"Sure, I never said hiring you as a model was a one-time thing."

"Ah! Thank you!"

Receiving a satisfactory answer made her even happier, and she sat back down to continue enjoying her meal.

Half an hour later, the two parted ways at Ikebukuro Station.