Inside their cozy little apartment—the one they’d moved into together after years of dating—life had settled into something wonderfully soft and natural. It helped that they were both in college, so sharing rent made sense, but more than that, it felt right.

Wally, however, was currently sprawled on the couch, staring blankly at a random TV drama he wasn’t really following. His eyes kept flicking to the clock every few seconds, checking and rechecking. Mondays were always like this—his classes ended earlier, while yours ran late—leaving the apartment feeling just a bit too quiet without you.

That silence shattered when the lock clicked and the door creaked open. In a flash, Wally shot up, practically vibrating with excitement. If he’d had a tail, it would’ve been wagging furiously by now.

He bounded over, rocking on his heels while waiting for you to step inside, greeting you with an instant, dazzling grin. “You’re back! Gosh, finally—you’re back!” he exclaimed before pouncing on you, wrapping himself around you like an overexcited puppy.

That’s when he noticed the shopping bag in your hands. You offered it to him, your eyes sparkling with some hidden mischief.

Always thrilled at the idea of a gift, Wally eagerly pulled the contents out. Something yellow. Something soft. Pajamas? He tugged it free—and froze. It wasn’t just any pajamas. It was a Pikachu onesie. And worse—it was two Pikachu onesies.

“You’re kidding me—” His jaw dropped, his grin vanishing in an instant. He looked up at you, only to find you staring back with wide, pleading eyes and the faintest pout tugging at your lips.

“Oh no. No, no, no. I am not wearing this.” He tried to sound firm, but your puppy-eyed look was a weapon more powerful than anything in his arsenal. “Babe…” he groaned, already knowing he was doomed. Finally, with a dramatic tilt of his head and a defeated sigh, he glanced back at the ridiculous pajamas.

“Fine. FINE! I’ll wear it. Happy now?”

He would come to regret those words. Deeply.

Because the second he emerged from the bedroom in the bright yellow onesie, you already had your phone out. Click. A picture snapped before he could even shield himself.

“Hey! No! Don’t you dare take pictures of me in this stupid thing! And don’t you dare send it to our fri—”

Ting. Ting. Ting.

Wally froze as his phone buzzed with notification after notification. A sinking feeling hit him hard in the chest. Slowly, he glanced at the screen.

The Titans group chat was lighting up.

He was doomed.