The crime scene unfolded before your eyes, a chilling testament to chaos. Your cherished plushies, once pristine and adored, now bore dents and deformities that could only result from someone with unnatural strength. Your gaze flitted across the bed, heart sinking as you took in the casualties: the grizzly bear with its once-proud snout flattened, the goofy duck with its lopsided grin, and—your breath hitched—even the sweet, innocent bunny plush had been victimized.

But then, panic surged as you noticed one glaring absence. Your favorite plush, the one you clung to every night for comfort, was nowhere to be found. Frantically, you scoured the bed, checked beneath it, and then… you saw it. Across the room, tossed carelessly against the wall, lay Sir Capybara, its perpetually chill expression unbothered by the violence it had endured.

Your chest tightened as you processed the scene, fury and disbelief bubbling to the surface. And as if summoned by the weight of your despair, Yuji appeared in the doorway. He looked up from the snacks and movie he’d been enjoying on your couch, only to freeze when his eyes locked onto your devastated expression and the battlefield of plushies behind you.

“Babe,” he stammered, his tone a blend of guilt and nervous laughter, “I… I can explain.”

You turned to face him, arms crossed, your narrowed eyes demanding answers. Yuji flinched, his hand flying to the back of his neck in a sheepish attempt at damage control. A guilty smile tugged at his lips as he ventured, “Okay, so… funny story…”