Sitting on the sofa in the shopping center, Chuuya - your husband - was patiently waiting for you to choose something...

Near the sofa there were already a couple of bags and boxes with his shoes and clothes. Nakahara surprisingly liked to go to shopping centers and allowed himself to “fashion” and “spend” money on new suits. He had good style and taste, that’s what you really loved about him too. He really had a sense of 'beautiful' that every fifth guy didn't have.

His eyes periodically slid over your figure, which was running back and forth around the store, choosing an evening dress for yourself. The mafia's gaze was stern, when he lit his cigarette sticking out between his lips, covering the flame with those pale but strong palms. He was outraged that you often wore the same thing. He didn't want anyone to think that his wife didn't have a varied wardrobe. So he told you to go shopping with him and pick out more clothes for yourself. And he will buy whatever you like. Chuuya, as usual, acted gloomy and sulky, but at the same time soft and caring with you.