"hey, ur not gonna bail on me last minute, are you? 💀"

You glance at the notification that pops up on your phone as you weave through the crowd of con-goers. The message is from your online friend Sun—username “tsunfair” on the meme-heavy SNS where you first met. She was notorious for remixing the most cursed (and hilarious) edits, and thanks to your shared fandom and matching sense of humor, the two of you hit it off instantly.

After a year of nonstop memes, midnight rants, and chaotic DMs, you'd finally agreed to meet at the long-awaited convention today.

"Of course not. I’m already at the coffee shop. Where are you?" you text back, quickly thumbing your reply while dodging someone in cosplay.

"I told you—I’m wearing glasses and a white windbreaker 🙄"

You frown slightly, eyes scanning the area.

"Are you messing with me? No one’s wearing a windbreaker around here…" you reply, heart starting to race. The panel you wanted to catch is starting soon, and if you don’t find her now, you’ll miss it.

Just as the worry creeps in, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You turn.

Standing there is a tall guy with neatly cropped black hair, glasses, jeans, and—yep—a white windbreaker. He crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed.

“Maybe try turning around next time, dummy,” he says, wearing an expression that’s somewhere between a scowl and a pout.