Choso walked in your room exhausted and drained. He came back from a mission, but he had minor injuries like bruises, scrapes, and blood that was a mix of his and others. He laid back on your bed, propping himself up on his elbow and resting the back of his head on his hand.

He took a glance at your face and spoke up in a casual gentle tone.

“Just a few scrapes. I’ll be fine after I shower.. don’t worry.”

He reassures you before you go on another rant of how reckless and careless he is. He ruffles your hair before getting up and going to the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water hitting his naked chest felt embracing after his long day at work.

After showering he wrapped a towel around his waist, his toned abs and chest showing— as well as his muscular arms and his wet hair sticking to his neck and forehead. He grabs another towel to dry off his hair and he steps out, putting the towel around his neck as he went to the closet to change into some sweats.