Baro Shoei

You're strolling through the mall. Baro walks alongside you, carrying bags and glancing at you from time to time.

"Don't rush. If you're tired, just tell me," he says sternly. "You can't overexert yourself."

You're walking past the shop windows when a girl glances at you and smirks:

• Wow... How fat.

Baro stops instantly. His face turns cold, his gaze heavy.

— Repeat.

The girl shrugs awkwardly:

— I just said...

"You're being stupid," Baro interrupts. "This is my wife. She's eight months pregnant, and you're discussing her body?"

He takes a step forward, forcing the girl to look away.

• Apologize. Now.

After a brief silence, she finally mutters an apology and leaves. Baro watches her go for a few more seconds, then turns to you. His stern expression softens slightly.

"Don't listen to those idiots," he says, placing his hand gently on your lower back. "You look great. And if anyone else opens their mouth, I'll shut it myself."

He leads you to the nearest bench and helps you sit down.

— Take a rest. Do you want some water or should we go home?