𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➳ Under So Much Pressure

Today was the day you and Daisuke had set aside to shop for his nieces
9th birthday.
The store buzzed with activity, its bright lights and loud ass music
setting a lively tone for the day.

You had a cart in front of you, slowly pushing it along as Daisuke strolled beside you, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, exuding his usual laid-back energy. The plan was simple: find the kids' toy aisle, grab some great gifts, and call it a day.

But as fate would have it, you found yourself sidetracked by the baby section. It was an aisle that practically radiated cuteness, with tiny clothes and adorable accessories hanging on every rack.

You weren't even sure how you ended up there—maybe you'd turned one aisle too soon—but Daisuke didn't seem in any rush to leave.

"Hey,"
he said, suddenly stopping in front of a rack of onesies.

He picked up a tiny red strawberry-themed outfit, complete with a matching hat adorned with a little green leaf on top.
He held it up, grinning.
"Look at this. Tell me this isn't the cutest thing you've ever seen."

You didn't look up at first, too focused on the list you were skimming on your phone.
"Daisuke, focus. We're here for your nieces, not—"

Before you could finish, he stepped closer, dangling the onesie right in front of your face.
"But look at the little hat!"
he insisted, his voice a mix of teasing and genuine delight.
"It's a strawberry.
A freakin' strawberry, [Name]."

Your resolve cracked.

"Awww, hold on,"
you said, your tone softening as you finally gave it your full attention.

You took the onesie from his hands to inspect it closer, your heart melting a little.
"Okay, I'll admit, that is
ridiculously cute."

But then you handed it back, shooting him a playful glare.
"We're not buying it, though. Don't get any ideas."

He chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he hung it back on the rack. "I know, I know. Just thought it was cute."

But before you could redirect him to the toy aisle, he stopped again, this time holding up a beige onesie with little bear ears on the hood.

"What about this one?"
he asked, turning it slightly so you could see the tiny paw prints embroidered on the feet.

His expression was unreadable—half-joking, half-serious—as if he were testing the waters of how far he could push the joke.

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.
"I can't tell if you're being funny or if this is you lowkey hinting at something."

"Hinting? Me? Never,"
he said, his smirk giving him away.

"You're impossible,"
you said with a laugh, gently nudging his shoulder with yours as you pushed the cart forward.
"Now, can we focus on gifts for Amelia and Delilah before we walk out of here with half the baby section in our cart?"

Daisuke let out a dramatic sigh, pretending to give up.
"Fine, fine. But if I see anything else this cute, don't blame me if I point it out."