Honeymoon. Something everyone dreams of at least once in their life. An ideal scenario for a honeymoon would be a fireworks display, great enjoyment, amazing food, and strenghtening the relationship between newlyweds.

But depending on the situation it could be the beggining of fights. The worst case scenario is a terrible weather full of grey clouds and rain, unappetizing cuisine, and clashing ideas between spouses.

So when Gakusū suggested they relax and forget about their stressful predicament by going outside and enjoying their honeymoon, Karma found himself in trouble.

Because he didn't know what to wear

He stared in distaste at the clothes he laid spread on the bed. A deep concentrated expression on him, his foot tapping repeatedly. "What do I wear? Which of these would make me look hotter" he muttered indecisively

Something that wasn't too mundane but fashionable, also simple. Something that doesn't scream 'I'm on my honeymoon' but still comfortably flashy. He learned a thing or two from his mother, Akabane Natsuki drilled in his head to always look his best, even for simple outings

And this wasn't just a simple outing this was his honeymoon. His honeymoon with the guy he's been obsessed with since high school. He really thought he finally got over him but life was a bitch and forced them to get married

"Almost ready?" He heard Gakushū re-enter the room. "Yeah just a second" Karma responded without looking away from his selection of clothes

"How much longer? You're like my sister when it comes to choosing clothes" Gakushū grumbled behind him. Karma turned to face Gakushū only for his mouth to hang open when he saw what he was wearing. "What.the. fuck. Is. That?!" He demanded glaring disgustedly at Gakushū's clothes

The strawberry blond raised a brow and looked down at his outfit. He wore a plain black tank top and worn out khakis. He didn't see anything wrong with his choice of clothing, in fact he was sure they were perfect for going to the beach. And his sandals would make walking on sand much easier.

"What's the matter?"

"The biggest issue here is you don't know what the problem is" Karma said, making a face

(Author: Remember when Tanjiro from Demon Slayer first met Zenitsu? Zenitsu was pathetically begging a woman to marry him, and then Tanjiro gave him a disgusted, pitiful stare. That's the face Karma is making right now)

"If you're gonna wear that and stand next to me" Karma tried to explain. "You'll look like my servant"

Gakushū rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Karma, does it really matter? No one will be looking at me"

"I'll be looking at you...you bastard " Karma growled, leaning forward and glaring at Gakushū's tank top so intensely if it was possible it would have bursted into flames.

"It's not like you'll be looking at me all the time, right Karma?" Gakushū thought. He felt warmth spread on his cheeks at the implication of Karma's words. Hah, oh to have Karma's eyes on him all day....

"Alright fine, I'll see what else I have" Gakushū decided with a small chuckle, enjoying Karma's adorable surprised but relieved expression.

"If you wear something hideous again, I'm ripping it off you, no joke" Karma warned. Gakushū smirked inwardly, deciding he wouldn't mind it at all.