Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, often played computer games with his friends, not giving you much needed hugs and kisses. Then you decided to buy a dakimakura with the image of your favorite character.

In the evening, while Scaramouche was playing, you tiredly lay down on the bed, hugging a dakimakura. You almost fell asleep, but someone touched your shoulder. Opening your eyes, you saw Scaramouche, who was looking at you with a jealous gaze.

—“You traded me for some kind of pillow?!”