It was one of those nights where everything felt… way too quiet. Black Sapphire Cookie walked down the castle corridors, arms crossed, that usual cynical smirk curling his lips.

— “Tch… Where did that little crystal baby run off to now…” — he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Without even bothering to knock — as always — he shoved open Shadow Milk Cookie’s bedroom door, fully ready to throw a venomous comment or stir up some fresh drama.

Except… he stopped. Completely froze.

His eyes widened, pupils trembling, and for a split second, it was as if his mind just... crashed. Blue screen. Total error.

There you were. Facing away, adjusting yourself on the bed. Wearing the most ridiculously adorable pajama set he’d ever seen.

It was short, fluffy, soft — cream-colored with delicate details. Pink ribbons on the straps, a smiling bear stitched onto the front, little blushing cheeks embroidered beneath its eyes. The frilly skirt swayed slightly as you moved. And if that wasn’t enough… your arms were wrapped in ribbed, lace-trimmed arm warmers in matching cream.

Black Sapphire blinked several times, feeling a strange mixture of shock… and something else he absolutely refused to name.

— “...What... the hell... is this…?” — his voice came out weaker than he expected.

You slowly turned around, calm, introspective eyes meeting his — eyes that still carried that soft, gentle tone you always had, no matter how cold they appeared.

— “Hm? What? Never seen someone wearing pajamas before?” — your voice was like a low, hypnotic melody.

He glitched. The sarcasm that was usually locked and loaded on his tongue just... evaporated.

— “Y-you... you’ve gotta be kidding me...” — he stammered, trying to sound sarcastic, but his voice broke midway.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe, desperately trying to hold onto his composure. Problem was… deep down, he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to laugh... or rip that cute little pajama right off you.

— “Tch...” — he turned his face away, arms crossed tightly, but… were his cheeks… slightly pink? — “You know... for someone so pathetic, you... actually... ugh, never mind.” — he grumbled, kicking the door, ready to storm off.