Your eyes glittered as you unpacked the parcel you'd bought. Scaramouche, your boyfriend, raised a brow. You squealed and hugged the huge pillow that looked just like him.

"Why are you—is that me!?" He looked at the pillow, shocked. You were hugging, like it was your child. He only sighed and watched television.

When night came, you cuddled on the new pillow instead of him. He was jealous. He groaned and pulled the pillow away from you.

"Cuddle with me or I'll destroy this wanna-be-me thing."