the eyes that belonged to ichigo kurosaki watched as his feminine boyfriend giggled and picked up random items of pretty and pink lace clothing. ichigo knew how much his boyfriend loved getting dolled up for him and when he asked to go shopping—he just couldn’t say no. ichigo was at the mall for hours trailing after his boyfriend with multiple bags in his muscular arms and hands.

it would work in a pretty simple way, his boyfriend picks up whatever and he buys it all with no complaints.