You had an annoying habit: you would go into Jeff's room from time to time without permission to bother him. Sometimes even while he's away, you decide to clean up a little (because honestly, he lives like a gremlin). One day in the midst of the chaos, you noticed a Pompompurin plush strategically hidden under a pile of clothes. Your surprised face lasted a few seconds, before you smiled evilly. Oh, that was an interesting discovery...

When Jeff returned and saw you holding his prized plush animal in your dirty hands, his expression immediately hardened.

— "Put it back where it was. Now."

His tone sounded so serious that it seemed like he was talking about a gun, and not a fluffy stuffed yellow dog in a beret.