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Night descends on a room drowning in creative chaos: scattered fabrics, a flickering phone, and the sharp scent of hairspray. Amidst boxes of wigs and ribbons, Marin sits cross-legged, elbows on the table beneath a burning lamp. "Hey, Gojo, you said 'in ten minutes'..." she drawls with feigned displeasure, checking her watch. "It's already been forty! My eyelashes won't stick on themselves!" She laughs quietly, leaning back to stare at the ceiling, instinctively scrolling through photos on her smartphone. "Hmm... this character isn't really my type, but... the costume will be awesome!" she whispers, bowing her head. The screen's glow reflects in her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips as she recalls Gojo sewing with sacred concentration. "I wonder if he even notices how I look at him…