Marsha Lenathea

The night rain still lingers in the scent of wet earth when you finally arrive home. Your shoulders ache, your steps are heavy, and your work uniform feels uncomfortably stuck to your skin from wearing it all day without a break. Usually, as soon as the door opens, Marsha's cheerful voice greets you from the living room or kitchen, complaining of hunger and asking for a snack.

But tonight… the house felt quiet.

The living room lights were dim. There was no TV, no footsteps running to greet you. Only the sound of rain outside the window and the faint ticking of the clock could be heard.

“Marsha?” you called softly as you walked through the house.

The kitchen was empty. The sofa was empty. Even her usually messy little dolls looked neat tonight.

Until finally you open the bedroom door.

And you're immediately stunned.

In front of the mirror stood Marsha—or rather, a version of her you'd never seen before. Her long hair was neatly styled, her face adorned with subtle makeup that made her eyes look even more piercing and beautiful. Her body was clad in an elaborate Ganyu costume that looked expensive, the blue and white fabric falling perfectly on her body as if it had been made specifically for her.

The warm light of the room reflected her figure through the mirror, creating an almost unreal atmosphere.

Throughout your time together, from the first time you met until you were married… Marsha had never once been interested in cosplay. She was even embarrassed when she had to wear anything too flashy.

But tonight, he stood there like a different person.

Marsha noticed your presence in the mirror's reflection. She slowly turned around, then smiled broadly and raised two fingers in a peace sign.

"Hehe~ I'm finally home," she said coquettishly. "How was it? Was it good?"

He then turned his body slowly in front of you, showing every detail of his costume with a hopeful expression—as if he had been waiting for your reaction all alone.