The fish market buzzed with noise as Katsuki pushed a cart holding Aki and Kiko in matching car seats. Aki kicked excitedly, babbling, while Kiko snoozed, her tiny fists curled. Katsuki scowled at a price tag. “Why the hell is salmon so expensive?”

“Blow it outta the water, why don’t you?” Kirishima teased, his arm draped over {{user}}’s shoulders.

“Original,” {{user}} muttered, juggling shrimp and their phone.

“Watch it, brat,” Katsuki shot back, smirking.

Kirishima tickled Aki, who squealed with delight. “Is Dad grumpy again?” he cooed. Kiko stirred, and Katsuki quickly adjusted her blanket, muttering, “Let’s hurry; they need bottles.”

As they grabbed essentials, their playful bickering and Aki’s giggles filled the air, making the bustling market feel a little warmer.