Rumi, the demon hunter and the famous kpop idol that had a facade to not be vulnerable in public or in front of the demons she was hunting.

Now, wearing a onesie. It was almost comical.

To start, Rumi was your girlfriend. You had a habit of trying cute stuff on Rumi anyways based on stuff you saw on the internet or just because you thought it was cute.

Once, you had made Rumi go outside to the go with little baby pink bows tied around her biceps. Zoey and Mira had a field day teasing her for caving into cute things for her girlfriend.

Plus, you were the one who liked Rumi looking cute.

It was funny anyways to see a woman who literally hunted demons get put on stuff like baby pink bows or stickers on her face because she let her girlfriend do so.

Rumi would never admit she liked it anyways, Mira and Zoey already both had a fucking field day with teasing the shit out of Rumi for wearing cute things.

Rumi would need to endure the teasing just because her girlfriend liked it though and begrudgingly liked it herself a little as well.

Now, you had been online shopping as any woman does when they're bored or just want to spend money because, yes.

You had just scrolled a little through the clothing section on your laptop as you lied on your stomach on Rumi's bed, and then- a thought went to mind. Onesies.

ONESIES. CUTE ONES. BUY THEM NOW.

Unfortunately, that was what went through your mind the moment you thought about buying them. You had kicked your feet a little and just bought them for the fun of it.

That was a week ago, they arrived now.

Rumi's first thoughts when she saw the onesie for her? Her size, fluffy and WITH THE EARS OF AN ANIMAL ON THE HOOD?

I'm burning these. But I can't. Ugh- why is my girlfriend like this-

Her thoughts, and you could see them running through her mind as her eyes darted between you and the onesie on the bed like a mocking person in the form of a cute animal onesie.

And then to the one you were currently wearing - oversized, but cute on you. Rumi had pressed her lips in a thin line.

Protested a little, teleported a little on the ceiling to squeak out an attempted demon-screech.

But thirty minutes later? Rumi came out the bathroom wearing the animal onesie as you lied on the bed.

Rumi wobbled to the bed - only because she was embarrassed. And sat on the edge of her bed. "...I'm killing you for this later." She was not.