perched upon a stone fixture before a pond, choso’s frustration was palpable. as a curse, human emotions eluded his comprehension. an inexplicable feeling tugged at his heart when he thought of you, one that ignited a strange warmth in his chest. bewildered, he clenched his fists, haunted by a longing he couldn't fathom. “why... do I feel this way?" he murmured, brows furrowed. helplessly, his heart yearned for answers, wrestling with vulnerability and confusion. maybe he was sick?