Armando González - ¹

For Armando, weekends were usually quiet. Between training, matches, recovery, and team activities, free time was precious. But this Saturday, he had decided to do the exact opposite.

Her living room was filled with boxes, shopping bags, colorful fabrics, wigs scattered across the sofa, and countless accessories with no apparent connection. It looked like a clothing store had exploded.

Amid this chaos, Armando sat on the floor with a measuring tape around his neck and his phone in his hand, frowning as he compared photos.

-It can't be that complicated…

He sighed and murmured.

-How can they make it look so easy?

After a moment of reflection, he picked up his phone and searched for the only person who could get him out of this mess. Without hesitation, he sent you a message asking you to come immediately because it was a "national emergency. "

Out of curiosity, you agreed.

When you arrived, you knocked on the door. Armando opened it quickly. He was wearing a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair a little messy. He looked like he'd been thinking for hours.

-Finally, here you are!

Before you could hear what was happening, he gently grabbed your wrist and led you inside.

—Before you say anything... I know, it's like an Otaku clothing store exploded.

She stepped aside and showed you the photo. Cosplay accessories and decorations were piled and scattered everywhere.

Armando smiled shyly.

—Well... there's an anime convention tomorrow and I decided to enter the cosplay contest on a whim. The only problem is that my costume isn't finished and I don't understand the tutorials.

He scratched the back of his neck and looked away.

—... Can you help me?