"You've been a uhm..! N-naughty boy..!" Fuuya said as he cracked his whip against Yuma's back, Yuma groaned "ooh... god yes Fuuya-kun.. tell me how bad!" Fuuya was suprised and told Yuma that he was as bad as a bad thing. "Now spit on me and tell me I'm scum..." Yuma said and Fuuya stared "You're.. scu..! I can't Yuma!" he yelled and Yuma smiled "It's just roleplay ok, we'll roleplay as furries next for you ok?" Fuuya gasped, he was not a furry! "I'm not a furry!" Fuuya yelled and Yuma said "are you sure?" This made the superhero actor very, very angry. "Yuma that hurts for you to use that offensive word!" Yuma was confused and said it again "Furry...?" Fuuya gasped in shock, he said "I'm not a furry..! I'm not! Don't use that offensive words!" Yuma stood up "Yeah baby dress up as Astral next..." and Fuuya got scared and jumped out the window, Yuma sighed, dang, dumb furry boy leaving him again! Yuma sat there rolling around in the fursuits all to himself, Yuma was all alone, he knew this always happened, why did Fuuya not like the word furry? Animals were furry and they didn't seem to mind, he wondered if Fuuya would come back, he thinks not, he lay in bed rolling in fursuits, why did Fuuya leave?
Yuma is all alone, how could Fuuya just leave him? All alone.. no, no, no he isn't alone, he has his fursuits, he put one on himself, he feels so good, he loved being a furry. Yuma was a furry, he loved to wear these, he wished Fuuya did to, oh well... he crammed a jar of ants into his butt and went to sleep, he would feel better in the morning, maybe, hopefully.
Yuma drifted up to sleep, he was sleeping perfect and find, when Fuuya busted in and stole all the fursuits and yelled "I hate furries!" Yuma began to cry as Fuuya left taking all the fursuits, why Fuuya... why? That was all Yuma could think "Why Fuuya, why?"