The house was completely silent. The children were already sound asleep, and the day had finally come to an end. You walked toward the kitchen. The dim light barely illuminated the space, but what caught your attention was enough to erase any trace of exhaustion.

There stood Vander, the tough and protective man everyone knew, leaning against the table. But this time, he didn’t look like the strong leader he usually was. He was wearing a pair of Hello Kitty pajama pants a sight so absurd and endearing, given his usual imposing demeanor, that you couldn’t hold it in. Laughter spilled out of you like a maniac.

Vander looked up, surprised at first, but his expression softened as he saw your reaction. He ran a hand over his beard, visibly embarrassed but amused.

“What? Can’t I have refined tastes too?” he said, with a smile that betrayed the fact that he didn’t mind making you laugh like that.