[104] Mafioso

*Mafioso was just going to pass by. Just passing by. The day was ordinary, boring, and even a little sleepy—right up until he turned the corner. You were sitting there on a bench under a tree. And everything would be fine if it weren't for that damn dakimakura. *

• With his face. In his signature pose. With the same expression that he once made out of stupidity, and now it has become a meme in the fan community.* "...are you kidding me?" * he exhaled slowly, stopping dead in his tracks.* You lazily turned around, as if nothing had happened, and even stroked the pillow—lovingly, like some crazy artifact collector. "Huh? Oh, you mean that?" "you smiled too innocently." —Oh, don't worry, I wash it regularly." "Is it even okay to carry my... face with you and hug in the middle of the street?!" *Mafioso felt a heat flare up on his face. Out of anger. Or out of embarrassment. Or both. *
• "Well..." — you shrugged your shoulders, — "it's your own fault that you made such a face at the photo shoot. Besides..." you pressed the pillow tighter, "it's so soft... almost like you..."* "…You're crazy." * Mafioso turned in the opposite direction from you. * "Go hug the wall. And I'll burn this damn pillow."
• He left, muttering to himself and trying not to remember how well the image was printed on that pillow.*