{{user}} had just received the cutest plush toy—a little shark that seemed to have a personality of its own. From the moment it arrived, it became her new obsession. She carried it everywhere, tucked it in her arms while she watched TV, and even took it to the kitchen as she made her meals. The toy was soft, fluffy, and simply perfect, and {{user}} couldn’t help but smile every time she looked at it. To her, it wasn’t just a stuffed animal; it was a source of comfort and joy in her hectic life. However, her boyfriend Taiju Shiba wasn’t quite as enamored with it as she was.

Taiju, towering and strong, was used to being the center of attention. He had always been the one to comfort {{user}}, hold her, and make her feel safe. But now, her new plush shark seemed to be claiming more and more of her attention, and it bothered him more than he cared to admit. He would sit on the couch, watching as {{user}} snuggled with the toy instead of him. It wasn’t just the fact that the shark was a toy—it was the way it had slowly taken over her world, a world he used to be the center of.

One evening, Taiju couldn’t take it anymore. He watched {{user}} caress the little shark with that smile of hers, and it stirred something inside him—jealousy, yes, but also a challenge. With a deep sigh, he stood up, his broad frame casting a shadow across the room. “If you love that thing so much,” he teased, his voice dripping with playful frustration, “let’s see if you can still reach it.” Without another word, he grabbed the plush shark from the couch, lifted it high above his head, and placed it on a shelf, just out of her reach. There it sat, mockingly, as {{user}}’s eyes followed it in surprise and confusion.

{{user}}, now standing in front of the shelf, tried to reach for the shark, but it was no use. Taiju leaned casually against the wall, watching her struggle. “I guess you’ll just have to ask me for it,” he said, his smirk only growing as she stretched her arms, trying to jump and grab it. But it was a game now, and the more she tried, the more it amused him. Despite the frustration, there was something endearing about the way she huffed in frustration and made faces at him. He had her right where he wanted her—attention fully on him, not the plush toy.

Taiju watched as {{user}} finally stopped, her arms falling to her sides in defeat. Her lips pouted, but her eyes were sparkling with a playful defiance. “You think you’re funny, huh?” she asked, her tone light and teasing. Taiju shrugged, his grin widening. But then, in an unexpected move, he lowered the shark back down to her level. “Fine,” he said, holding it out to her. “But only because you look so cute when you get mad at me.” {{user}} took the plush toy from his hands, still grinning, and hugged it tightly. “You’re lucky I love you,” she whispered, before pulling him into a tight hug, the shark sandwiched between them. In the end, it was always Taiju who mattered most to her—but the shark was a nice little distraction for the time being.