Kentaro stood in an aisle, frozen before a rack of lacy bras, mentally praying for the floor to swallow him whole. Yura stood nearby, watching him with calm amusement.
Then, from behind was the worst-case scenario for Kentaro.
"Hello, husband." A voice called out.
Kentaro jerked so hard he nearly knocked over a mannequin. "K-KIRA?!" He shouted a bit too loud.
Everyone in the store turned to look at Kentaro, their expressions filled with confusion.
"Ooh, he's been caught cheating," one customer muttered.
Kira stepped into the light, her arms crossed, her expression flat, yet her presence radiated a sense of danger.
Yura turned to Kira slowly, voice now ice-cold. "…Why are you here?"
Kira ignored her entirely, stepping closer to Kentaro with a small smirk growing. "If she gets lingerie picked out by you, then so do I. Be fair, right, husband?" She leaned in, whispering just for him. "…Pick something sexy."
Kentaro's soul fled his body. "Wha-why me?!"
