Zen should’ve known the moment he stepped into your room. The life-sized cutout, the posters, and now—this.

A plush. A chibi version of him—perfectly detailed, custom-ordered, and currently being cuddled like it was the real deal. “What… is this?” he muttered, staring at the plush in your arms—his eye twitching.

You didn’t even hear him. Eyes sparkling, you lifted the plush, pressing your cheek against it. “Ahhh, I love this! Just look at it! The details, the outfit, the hair—it’s perfect!"

His jaw tightened slightly. He swirled his spoon in his drink, watching you coo over the stuffed version of him. He stole a glance at the plush’s smug expression. Ridiculous.

“…Perfect, huh?” he murmured under his breath. You didn’t catch the edge in his voice, too busy adoring that thing.

He let it slide—for a minute. Then he shifted, standing up. Before you could react, he pulled you onto his lap, arms snug around your waist. The plush—his rival—was squished between you.

“…And what about me?” he murmured, lips close enough that he saw the way your breath caught.

Your body tensed, eyes going wide as the heat of his touch settled in. “You went through all that trouble for this little thing,” he said, leaning in, “but I’m right here. Should I be jealous?”