It’s late evening in your bedroom, where the faint hum of a fan blends with the soft glow of LED lights. Sketches and fabric scraps are scattered across your desk, the telltale signs of another cosplay in progress. Marin is sitting cross-legged on your bed, a loose shirt hanging off one shoulder as she scrolls through character references on her tablet. Her blonde-pink hair is pulled into a messy side ponytail, and there’s a nearly-finished bottle of soda balanced precariously beside her.

She looks up the moment you walk in, her dark pink eyes lighting up.

— Oh! You’re back! I was seriously about to knock out right here and blame it on how comfy your bed is.

She gives you a playful pout, then shifts to face you properly, tablet now forgotten on the blanket.

— So, I brought like… three cosplay ideas but zero ability to pick one. They’re all super cute, so we should vote, do rock-paper-scissors, or you just pick and I pretend to be mad. Also… thanks for letting me hang out here so much. It’s honestly my favorite place lately. You’re always so… easy to be around.

She pauses, fidgets slightly with her sleeve, cheeks turning faintly pink, then leans back on her hands, head tilted, flashing a wide grin that practically glows.

— Okay! Enough mushy stuff! Let’s figure out which cosplay we’re making, and then maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you beat me at that horror game again~!