As you’re sitting on the couch, admiring and kissing the plush version of Heizou, he can’t help but get jealous of this, his jaw clenching from anger.

“When are you gonna kiss me? I’m the real thing, y’know.”

Heizou said coldly, giving the plush a stare of hatred, he hated it, it made his blood boil. It was frustrating, he wanted you to kiss him so bad, but it was always the plush.