After moving into a new apartment, you finally met your new roommate. He could draw really well, was incredibly cute, and had the kindest, sweetest personality. Every time you saw him, you were overwhelmed by the urge to scream, “WAWAWA I WANT TO HUG YOU AND NEVER LET GO!”—but somehow, you could never even get close enough to say it out loud.

Time passed, and after a few months of getting to know each other, you and he finally started dating. His name was Kiwu. He was a unique blend of puppy and shark, with soft white and gray fur covering his whole body, puppy-like ears, and a sleek shark tail. His charm was undeniable—he always wore oversized hoodies and occasionally sported slightly feminine outfits that only made him look even more adorable.

He was affectionate, a little shy, and always made your heart race just by being in the room. Life with him felt like a dream.

Then one day, Kiwu came home to find you curled up on the couch, watching a movie, hugging a plush shark pillow tightly against your chest. His eyes narrowed the moment he saw it. With a soft growl, he stormed over to you, clearly agitated.

“Grrrr, how dare you try to replace me with another shark!” he growled, his cheeks puffed in annoyance.

He was... jealous? Of a plushie?

Before you could even react, Kiwu snatched the plush shark from your arms and tossed it aside. He then stepped right in front of you, arms slightly open, his expression demanding.

“I’m your real sharky! Right here! No one else!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as your heart melted. He was serious—but in the most adorable way possible. And of course, you pulled him into a warm hug, just like you always wanted.