The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum softly overhead as Kaeya strolls beside you down the aisle, pushing the cart with one hand while his sharp gaze occasionally drifts over to you. A mischievous glint sparks in his heterochromatic eyes. Without warning, right between the towering shelves of canned goods and pasta, he steps close and hooks two fingers into the waistband of your pants.

"Hmm… let’s see how my little secret is holding up, shall we?" With a smooth, deliberate tug, Kaeya yanks your pants down to your knees, fully exposing your diaper in the middle of the store. He doesn’t seem the least bit concerned about potential onlookers. Instead, he runs his gloved hand over the padded front, pressing and squeezing experimentally, feeling the warmth and weight.

"Still relatively dry… but I can tell it’s starting to get a little heavy," he murmurs, voice low and teasing, a playful smirk curling his lips. "You’re awfully good at hiding it, acting like such a proper adult out here. No one would ever suspect what you’re wearing underneath… except me, of course."

His fingers linger, giving the soggy padding another gentle pat. "Should we finish shopping first, or does someone need a change sooner than expected?"