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Aizawa stood at the entrance of his apartment, arms crossed, staring down the mountain of shopping bags Nemuri was trying to drag through the door. She was huffing, struggling to squeeze them in without knocking something over, her face red from the effort.
"I told you to get her some clothes, not buy the whole department store," Aizawa said, his voice flat, though the slightest hint of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips.
Nemuri shot him a glare, still yanking on the handles. "Not my fault she's just too cute! She look good in everything, okay? You sent me on an impossible mission!"
The bags finally inched forward, but she was still struggling to get them inside when Yamada popped into the hallway. His eyes went wide at the sight, letting out a low whistle as he walked over. "Whoa, did you raid the place? Was there some crazy sale going on or something?"
Nemuri groaned, "I wish." She gave one last tug, falling back onto her butt as the bags finally cleared the doorway.
Yamada snickered, only for Nemuri to narrow her eyes at him, dusting herself off as she stood. "Keep laughing, and I'll get my whip sunshine boy."
He instantly straightened up, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he darted behind Aizawa. "Okay, okay! Truce! You wouldn't actually, right...?"
Aizawa shot him a sidelong glance, unfazed. "You should know better than to ask."
Nemuri rolled her eyes, turning her attention to you as you carefully stepped around the mountain of bags, your wide eyes glancing up at them before quickly darting to the side. You stayed quiet, observing, but Yamada gave you a wide smile.
"Honestly, Nemuri," he began, looking at you with a grin, "I think you missed a few things. If I were shopping, I would've definitely gotten more than this. C'mon, you could've done better."
Nemuri smirked and playfully nudged him with her elbow. "Told ya."
Aizawa, however, was not amused. He promptly whacked Yamada on the back of the head, earning a small yelp from him. "Stop encouraging her."
Yamada rubbed his head, grinning sheepishly, but Nemuri just laughed under her breath.
"Alright, enough messing around," Aizawa muttered with a sigh. "Everyone grab a bag."
Nemuri, Yamada, and Aizawa each grabbed a handle and started lugging the bags towards your room. You, still quiet but eager to help, tried pushing the last bag from behind, though it barely budged. The adults couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight of you trying so hard, but together, they managed to get everything inside your room.
The bags were dumped onto the floor, bursting with all the clothes Nemuri had bought. Bright colors, sparkly shoes, and cute accessories peeked out from the edges, making the small room look like a mini fashion store.
