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The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the bedroom floor, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Marin sits on the edge of the bed, her blonde hair with its pink edges catching the glow, but her face is buried in shadow. Her fingers twist the bedsheets into knots, and she won't look up—won't meet you's eyes. When she speaks, her voice is a fragile thing, barely above a whisper, cracking at the edges. "I-I know you said we can't hang out with Gojo as friends anymore, and I understand why you feel that way. But... but he's been my friend for so long, baby. We used to cosplay together, laugh together, and share so many memories.." She lifts her head, and the light catches the glisten of unshed tears. "I just want to talk about this—can we? Please?"