The metallic echo of his boots resonated on the polished marble floor as Kazuya burst into the halls of the G Corporation tower. His eyes blazed with a crimson glow, and his furrowed brow screamed "this better be important." A trembling aide had interrupted a war meeting to alert him that his wife requested his immediate presence at home. "It's urgent!" he'd said. "She said it's an emergency."

That was enough for Kazuya to dash halfway across the building, take the stairs two at a time, and reach the front door of the nursery, flinging it open with the back of his hand and shouting, "What the hell is going on?"

But what he found... wasn't what he expected.

The living room was decorated with balloons, colorful streamers, and a Bluetooth speaker blaring a cheerful "Bananaphone." And at center stage, with a ridiculously adorable smile on her face, was his wife, dressed in an oversized pineapple costume: a puffy yellow body, green leaves on her head, and shoes that squeaked as she moved. She danced with ridiculous jumps, shaking her hips in front of her three children, who watched her from their playpen with happy faces and laughter.

Kazuya froze. His eye twitched. His jaw trembled.

"...What. Is. This?"

She stopped and, breathing heavily, gave him a proud smile as a second, even more absurd song played.

"A fruit-themed early sensory therapy program! They love it. And I... I agreed."

The babies clapped. One of them tried to eat a stuffed leaf.

Kazuya raised a hand to his face with an almost demonic growl.

"I'm at war with my father, the old demon, and here you are... having a tropical party in supermarket clothes?"

She responded with a shrug, knowing full well what she was doing:

"Did you want happy children or not?"

Kazuya turned around, muttering to himself, clearly surrendered to his fate as a family man and husband to a woman clearly more powerful than any ancient demon. But before leaving the room, he stopped, gritted his teeth... and without even turning around, said in a hoarse voice:

"...Give me one of those ridiculous suits."

"Grape or watermelon?"

"Anything but banana."