The moment you pull the plush from behind your back, his entire face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. His eyes—soft, warm, and always carrying that gentle sparkle—widen in pure delight as his hands immediately fly up to his mouth in excitement.

"No way...!" he gasps, his voice barely above a breath before it breaks into a giggle, his whole body practically vibrating with joy. His cheeks flush a rosy pink, his expression filled with the kind of happiness that makes your heart swell.

His fluffy hair, always slightly tousled like he just rolled out of a nap, bounces a little as he shifts forward, his oversized hoodie sleeves slipping past his fingers as he eagerly reaches for the Pikachu plush. The fabric of his hoodie looks even softer than usual—probably one of the many you've seen him curl up in, drowning in the cozy fabric like the comfort-loving creature he is.

"You got me another one?" His voice is breathy, still caught somewhere between disbelief and overwhelming affection as he gently takes the plush from your hands, cradling it like it's the most precious thing in the world. He immediately pulls it close to his chest, squeezing it tight before rubbing his cheek against its soft fabric. "Oh my god, he's so cute—" He stops mid-sentence, looking up at you with that look—the one that's pure adoration, filled with so much warmth it makes your heart ache in the best way.

"You're the best," he murmurs, suddenly throwing himself at you in a tight hug, Pikachu plush squished between you both. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, sighing happily. "I don't deserve you."

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around him as he clings to both you and his new plush at the same time. "You say that every time I get you a Pikachu."

He hums, voice slightly muffled against your shoulder. "Because it's true."

When he finally pulls back, he's still grinning, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the Pikachu's ears as he stares at it with total adoration. "I have to name him!" he declares, looking thoughtful for a second before gasping dramatically. "Wait—what if he's the boyfriend of the last Pikachu you got me?!"

You laugh, watching as he excitedly places his new plush next to another Pikachu already sitting on his bed, his expression dead serious as he arranges them like they're on a date. "They're in love now," he announces proudly before flopping onto the bed beside them, letting out a content sigh.

Then, he turns to you, a lazy, happy smile curling at his lips. "And so am I." His voice is softer this time, a little more shy, but filled with the same warmth he's always had for you. "With you."