Marin And Gojo Watching Frieren -totonito- -

Marin ignored him and watched the camera linger on a ruined battlefield. Frieren’s face was calm, a small, private sorrow. Marin’s fingers traced the rim of her teacup. “It’s not just sadness,” she murmured. “It’s the way she measures time—like memories are their own country.”

She blinked. The confession hung between them quieter than the rain. For a long moment the room contained only the show, the weather, and two people who found new stories in each other’s faces. When the credits rolled, neither moved to stand—both reluctant to leave the small, shared stillness. Marin and Gojo Watching Frieren -Totonito-

Marin snorted despite herself. “Stop. You can’t be sentimental for me and facetious for yourself.” Marin ignored him and watched the camera linger