"I find it relaxing," Yaku said in response to a question about his cosplay.  "It's nice to have something that's not school to work on at night.  Plus, it forces me to stay organized.  If I start early, and keep half an hour free to work every night, then I'm not rushing at the end."

"One of my friends saw you at a con last year," another fan waiting for the Naruto panel to start commented.  "She said you made your boyfriend's costume too.  Is that true?"

"Yeah.  He's here somewhere.  I thought he wanted to see this panel, but he may have gotten distracted off in artists' alley.  I swear he knows at least half the artists this year."

The previous panel finally let out, and a horde of Voltron cosplayers spilled out into the hall.  Yaku was halfway to the door when he heard a commotion from the other end of the hall.

"GAARA!!!" a familiar voice shouted from across the con.  "I LOVE YOU!!!"

He looked up, then braced himself as a spiky blonde barreled toward him.  "Hi, Noya," he said as he caught Noya mid-leap.

"Guess what!?  Guess what!?  Everyone loves your cosplay!  Believe it!"

Yaku stepped back to inspect said cosplay.  After the repeated near-disasters the previous year of a spiked wig subjected to more backflips and running than he'd planned for, he'd opted for more drastic measures this year.  It appeared that the wig tape was holding where several dozen bobby pins alone had struggled before.  Good.  Noya had been making noises about wanting a Nine-Tails Chakra Mode Naruto cosplay for the past several months, but Yaku had resisted until he worked the wrinkles out of the current one.  Maybe he'd surprise Noya with the sketches for his birthday.

"Of course they love you.  You're a great Naruto!"

"Believe it!" Noya yelled, kissing him on the cheek.  "Let's go!  I want good seats for this, No Eyebrows."