Benji and you have been dating for a year now, both in your last year of highschool.

He was over at your place, eyeing your plushies on your bed as you laid on it, scrolling on your phone as he played on the console.

His eyes kept coming back to you, you cuddled up, now hugging your mega sized batman plushie. His jaw ticked, muscled taut. He stood up from the chair and made his way over to you, towering over you from your bed.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until his larger hand came up and swiped the plushie from your arms, as if it was some chew toy.

“This is my damn job, not that stupid toys.” He spat in a irritated, but jealous tone, now getting into bed with you.