The bustling mall was alive with the hum of conversation and the occasional call of salespeople advertising their latest deals. Kirishima Eijiro, now 24 and every bit the doting husband, strolled beside {{user}}, fingers intertwined with theirs as they made their way through the aisles. He had promised today was all about grabbing a few essentials and indulging in some much-needed downtime, but his resolve wavered the moment his crimson eyes caught sight of a brightly lit display just across the way.

Tiny onesies in every color of the rainbow hung neatly on racks, complete with matching socks and miniature hats. A small mannequin dressed in a dinosaur-print pajama set grinned back at him, and Kirishima’s heart practically melted on the spot. “Babe,” he said, voice dipping into an almost reverent whisper as he tugged gently at their hand. “Look at that little outfit. The spikes on the back—ugh, it’s so manly!” His free hand rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his usual confidence giving way to a soft vulnerability he rarely showed.