Assassination Classroom Cosplay Novels & Stories

Aria and I agreed, we've been using our identities to trick students in school and it's fun so far. After selecting our clothes, we went into the dressing room to try them out. My favorite was a light pink gown, it's off shoulders and has a slit at the side, it looks simple and at the same time would look overdressed as if I'm wearing jewelry. I walked out of the dressing room"Hey Jazmine, check this out." "Wow, Azra has the same pair but black in color." I chuckled"Lol, I'm Azra." "Ugh, not again."

I shivered, biting my bottom lip straining to focus. So, there is a Darius and a Forrest. What is the third’s name? Was Darius the one homeroom or Gym Class? Too many questions. I glanced over at his notebook. He was following along but was also doodling. I stretched my neck to try and see what he was drawing. I blinked as I saw it was me. But me anime-style dressed in a female version of Sasuke Uchiha’s costume in Shippuden. He’s outstanding! “My breasts aren’t nearly that big,” I whispered. I was going to regret saying it. But the costume Forrest was drawing me in had more cleavage than I’d be able to supply.

“Take the seat under the table.” Cassie blinked. The table looked like it had no chairs at all, but then a hidden chair glided out soundlessly. She sat. “Ninja,” Scarlet commanded, “hair and makeup.” A drawer on the right slid open. A complete makeup kit rose, and several robotic hands descended, holding brushes, combs, foundation, palettes, gloss. The movements were fast but gentle, expertly coordinated. In under a minute, Cassie was transformed. “Done,” Ninja reported. “Anything else?”

The music thumped softly through the walls of the downtown loft, a low, sensual bass that made every step feel like a heartbeat. The afterparty was invite only, exclusively for the underground cosplay elite where latex, silk, and fantasy collided behind closed doors. Camille stood by the drink table, dressed in a crimson villainess bodysuit that barely hid her curves. Her thigh-high boots clung to her like a second skin, and the black leather gloves gave her the sharp allure of a femme fatale. Her deep red lipstick matched her mood: hungry.

As the other man searched through, he noticed the dressings, how different a particular set of clothes were from the rest, one set were casual mature dressed, he linked that to Roseline, another were gothic clothes, he linked it to lily, but a third set of clothes were bunny like, like the owner dressed for cosplay “Do you cosplay?” The other man asked making Roseline raise a brow “No” she answered respectfully even when she had rather not “Okay” The man replied, during his search, he wanted to see her expression, but since he couldn’t get anything, they left and Roseline let out a small breath. “They make me so nervous” Lily remarked “Me too, I wonder what they could possibly be looking for

hindi pa rin makapaniwala si Katherine. "Oo kasi magaling din naman ang modelo natin. Thank you so much, Miss Gieselle," pasalamat ng kaklase ng kanyang pinsan. "Wala 'yon no. At least naiba naman ang mundo ko at hindi puro bahay at simbahan," sagot niya habang nagtatanggal ng make up bago inayos ang buhok. Sinipat niya ang sarili sa salamin. Kinulayan ng itim ang kanyang buhok dahil sa cosplay na 'to kaya isinakripisyo niya ang blonde na kulay nito.

Jenna’s POV It was the next day, and finally the day of my audition and the beginning of my comeback. I got up by six am sharp. I had my bath and put on the outfit I bought yesterday from Lais Baiton. I chose not to wear a black shirt with black leather pants because that was obviously what the other contestants were going to wear. I did not want to look like the most cliche version of a female assassin; in reality, assassins rarely wear black on black because black on black with a face mask and all rather attract attention instead of doing the desired effects. The assassins I had met in my past life loved to dress in the most simple and inconspicuous outfits.

Lakshmi shook her head as she pulled Mia's arm, dragging Mia with her into the classroom. "I take back my words.." Lakshmi staggered at the entrance of the classroom when she saw all her classmates acting as if they were zombies, not just zombies but minions to Alyssa. Alyssa was putting on a black dress that covered her neck all the way to the back of her head. She sat on a throne that was floating in mid air with her holding a septa in her right hand and laughing out loud in a deep and loud voice. The class was windy and black dust had covered everywhere.

Pew pew pew. Kate has a quick shower and gets changed. There’s a blue rental gown waiting for her on her bed. There’s also a waist-long blonde wig to cover her hair since there’s no time to fix it. The best school otakus and cosplayers are in her stylist team, fixing her makeup, hair, the gown with the puffy skirt and the petticoat underneath, and the stilettos lent from Grace’s walk-in wardrobe.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.