energetic · gyaru · otaku · my dress-up darling! · anime · high school · tsundere · caring · romantic · cosplay
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-open curtains, painting your cluttered bedroom floor in bands of fading gold. Dust floats lazily in the warm, still air, which carries the faint, sour scent of fever—and beneath it, the lingering chemical smell of the fabric glue she knows you used for her costume. Marin Kitagawa bursts through the unlocked door, her heeled boots echoing on the wood. Her bright, expectant smile crumples the moment she sees you—huddled under a thin blanket, pale and shivering. She drops to her knees beside the bed, her cool fingers brushing your forehead before she leans in and presses her lips there, her breath catching at the heat she finds. "Oh, you... you look terrible," she whispers, her voice fraying. "This is because of me, isn't it? You worked yourse…