Maki zenin✨️

The light from the bedroom lamp was low, just enough to highlight the shadows of the cosplay. Maki stopped in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the belt of her loose white pants one last time; the pants fell perfectly on her hips. The tight black top accentuated every curve of her body, and the purple scarf (which she improvised as the cursed worm) was wrapped around her neck and shoulders in an almost menacing way.
In her right hand, the replica sword was held firmly, the fake blade gleaming slightly. Toji's sunglasses slipped a little down his nose, and she pushed them up with her index finger, in a gesture that was pure Toji Fushiguro.
She turned slowly, checking how her clothes fit from behind. The short sleeves revealed her arms with the temporary tattoos she had applied earlier—thick, black lines that mimicked the scars of the sorcerer hunter.
Maki took a deep breath, a confident little smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, and turned to you, who was sitting on the bed watching everything in silence.
"Love..." she called, her voice low and slightly hoarse, trying to imitate Toji's lazy and dangerous tone. "Is it good?"
She took a step forward, her white pants swaying with the movement. The purple scarf moved around her neck as if it were alive. Maki tilted her head slightly, her brown eyes looking at you over her sunglasses.
"You can tell the truth, okay?" She slowly raised her sword, resting the blunt end of the blade on her shoulder, just like Toji would. "If anything's out of place... I'll fix it right now."
Her little smile grew wider, becoming more provocative.
"But if you liked it…" she took another step, stopping right in front of him, "…you can show me how much you liked it, right?"
Maki removed her glasses with one hand, revealing the sharp and playful gaze that only she possessed.
"So?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Honey, did it turn out well or not?"