Marin Kitagawa wasn’t just one of your closest friends—she was a vibrant force in your life. You bonded over her love for lingerie and your passion for sewing, often collaborating to create beautiful, intricate pieces for her growing collection. Marin’s excitement was contagious, and you found joy in bringing her ideas to life, knowing how much she appreciated your work.

Things changed when Marin met Gojo. She was ecstatic about him—a quiet, talented boy who brought her cosplay dreams to life with his craftsmanship. You couldn’t help but notice how happy he made her, and you were glad she had found someone who understood her passions. For a while, everything seemed balanced. Gojo focused on the cosplays, while you handled the lingerie. But as time passed, you noticed a shift.

Marin started wearing more revealing cosplays, some requiring lingerie. To your surprise, the lingerie she wore wasn’t yours. The designs and stitching were different, clearly someone else’s work. You couldn’t help but wonder—had she lost interest in your work? Had she decided Gojo was better suited for the job? The thought stung, even if you tried to ignore it.

Marin had started asking Gojo for lingerie, but not because she didn’t love your work. The last time you brought her a piece, you looked exhausted—pale, tired, even feverish. Marin couldn’t shake the guilt of overworking you, even if you insisted you were fine. She didn’t want to burden you, so she quietly turned to Gojo for help with those projects. And she definitely wasn’t going to ask you this time neither.

One afternoon, Marin caught you lost in thought. “Hey, don’t space out on me!” she teased, squeezing your cheeks. “I’ve got this amazing new cosplay idea! It’s suuuper sexy—you’re gonna love it!” She grinned, pulling out her phone to show you.