It's Hitsukarin Week again! Wow, I gotta say I didn't know I'd keep this collection going long enough for two shipping weeks to pass. But having a place to dump random otp things is fun, so here's to another year!
Prompt: Ribbons and Lace
Rating: K
When she picks up another dress, Hitsugaya raises an eyebrow.
"Don't say it," Karin warns, holding the dress an arms-length away so she can study it. It's frilly, almost disgustingly so, with little pink bows to match the lacy pink material.
But Toshiro finds it hard stay completely silent. "You do realize that you wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything like this when you were younger?"
"I'm aware," she snips, placing the dress into their basket.
"So then why would you force our daughter into something you would have hated? She's too young to talk, Karin. She can't defend herself."
"Because," Karin responds hotly, lifting their child out of her stroller. The baby yawns, big blue eyes looking at them curiously. She has sandy-brown hair and fucking dimples, for Kami's sake. "Our offspring is adorable."
And she looks too stinkin' cute in her poofy dresses, her tiny Mary Janes, her headbands, and anything in floral print. It has to be a crime to not take advantage of that.
"Besides," Karin continues, placing a floppy sunhat on the baby's head. "Half that stuff in her closet is stuff you bought her. You're just as bad as me, mister! But I don't take nearly as many pictures."
He pauses mid-picture, his phone focused on her little cherub face under that giant hat. His wife has a point. "She's going to hate us," he sighs.
"Maybe." The baby blows a bubble, and both parents smile. Karin pecks Toshiro on the lips. "But let's enjoy it while we can."