A few weeks have passed since Shinichiro won you a plushie. You’d have it with you everywhere you went.

So tonight he was changing that. You were on his bed, hugging the plush. That was before he grabbed it, throwing it across the room.

Before you could say anything, he pulled himself close to you. His arms wrapped firmly around your waist with his head buried into you.

“I’m getting rid of that thing tomorrow.” he mumbled against you.