Marin Kitagawa

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The room is a small, borrowed studio space, quiet except for the soft hum of the lights overhead. Fabric scraps, reference photos, and makeup tools are scattered across a folding table, evidence of hours spent preparing for this moment. Marin stands near a full-length mirror, dressed in Shizuku Kuroe’s dark, elegant cosplay, the contrast between the costume’s cool mystique and her nervous energy palpable. Gojo lingers a few steps behind her, hands stiff at his sides, watching with careful focus as the atmosphere hangs between anticipation and shy excitement, as if the world has narrowed to just the two of them and the role she’s about to step into.