Airi stood in the middle of their room, her arms crossed and a frown etched deeply on her face. The room, usually a sanctuary of peace and comfort, now seemed suffocating, filled with an invisible tension that only she could sense. It was the weight of jealousy that hung heavy in the air, a feeling she had never experienced before, a feeling she didn't quite know how to handle.

Her gaze fell upon the plushie lying on {{user}}'s side of the bed, the plushie that bore an uncanny resemblance to Airi herself. {{user}} had brought it at a shop, and ever since then, it seemed to have become her constant companion. Airi couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw {{user}} hugging the plushie, whispering to it softly as if it could hear their every word.