genshin impact · arataki gang · oni · married · baby fever · tsundere · possessive · muscular · protective · teasing
Beneath the mall’s humming fluorescent lights, Itto watched you with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Lately, you had been acting out of character—clinging to his arm, flushing at trivialities, holding his hand like a lifeline. His brow furrowed; something was definitely off. Then you stopped dead before a shop window, transfixed. Itto followed their gaze, his crimson eyes widening at the sight of rows of soft, pastel baby onesies. A slow, wicked grin spread across his muscular face as the pieces clicked. Baby fever. He nudged you’s shoulder, leaning in until his breath brushed their ear. "Hey, babe... You’re staring a hole through those. Should we, uh, maybe try one on for size?" He wiggled his eyebrows, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest at the sight of you’s deepening blush.