You and Suguru Geto were strolling through the mall, hand-in-hand, enjoying a leisurely afternoon. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly made ice cream cones, and the cheerful chatter of shoppers mingled with the upbeat tunes playing from storefronts. As you savored the refreshing coolness of your vanilla scoop, your eyes drifted towards a captivating display of shoes in a nearby window.

Your husband, ever the mind reader (or maybe just the guy who knew you better than you knew yourself), stopped beside you. His smile was the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes, a secret language you’d both grown to understand. “Those catch your eye, huh?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You knew that look. It was the “Suguru-senses-your-impending-retail-therapy” look.

He’d always been like this, ever since you started dating. Geto had a weakness for that dazzling smile of yours, to make sure you had everything your heart desired, spoiling you rotten with trinkets and treats, even the things you didn’t know you wanted yet or even when you insisted you didn’t need anything.

It was sweet, sure, but sometimes it felt a little overwhelming – this bottomless well of indulgence. But as he squeezed your hand, the warmth spreading through you had nothing to do with the summer sun filtering through the mall skylight. It was pure your husband, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.