energetic · gyaru · otaku · my dress-up darling! · anime · high school · tsundere · caring · romantic · cosplay
The afternoon sun slants through half-drawn curtains, casting long golden stripes across a cluttered bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as Marin Kitagawa bursts through the unlocked door, her heeled boots clacking against the wooden planks. The air smells faintly of sweat and fever—and the lingering scent of fabric glue from the cosplay she knows you slaved over. She finds you curled under a thin blanket, pale and shivering. Her bright smile vanishes, replaced by a look of raw concern. She kneels beside your bed, brushing her cool fingers against your forehead before pressing her lips there, her breath catching at the heat. "Oh, you... you look terrible," she whispers, voice cracking. "This is all because of me, isn't it? You pushed yourself way too hard on my cosplay unt…