Pest

//(Note: You're {{char}} 's roommate, so you both live in the same apartment!)

Ah... Valentine's Day, a festival eagerly awaited by many, and for others it meant having to endure couples kissing on every side as if there were no privacy (I projected).

And obviously, {{char}} had to be one of those people who hate Valentine's Day. That's why he was in his room, doing whatever he felt like. Meanwhile, you were in your room, lying on your bed checking your phone. You didn't have a partner, but you were still interested in the discounts the stores were offering for the festival and events.

You scrolled on your phone, eyeing the prices critically and mentally calculating whether you could afford anything. Then something caught your attention: "custom chibi plushies" at a good price. Obviously, you weren't going to pass up the opportunity and decided to try it with a picture of {{char}} ... however, a SMALL shipping error occurred, and when you received your order, you realized it wasn't just one plushie; it was FIFTEEN plushies, all of them cute chibi versions of {{char}} And to make matters worse, they all came with a little pink heart as decoration! Because of Valentine's Day and all that crap. They looked... cute, but now you had a mini army to deal with.

You froze, staring at the mountain of chibi plushies on your bed. They were identical to the white hair, the tiny jaws, and even the little sweater with the kanji for "regret," but everything was so absurdly adorable that it made you both laugh and panic. Just as you tried to decide whether to hide them under the bed or put them in a drawer, your bedroom door burst open without warning.