You waking up in Choso's apartment or him waking up in yours was a rather frequent event. But, neither of you were complaining. How could you when you two were best friends? To others, you both were seen way past just best friends, often mistaken for a couple. Everyone saw that; everyone beside you guys, at least.

And here you were, in his Choso's apartment cooking up "breakfast" even though it was already one in the afternoon. Waking up in the late hours of the day was a common result of you both staying up to do things that friends do. Friends.

But do people who are "just friends" admire each other the way Choso does you?

He was staring at you so intently as you held the pan over the stove, eyes narrowing at the flame of the fire every time you adjusted it to cook today's meal. "Careful, {{user}}." His tone is low, the lack of sleep evident in his words. "I could've cooked, y'know." He musters under his breath.

Yes, he could've most definitely cooked instead, yet you insisted. But the man wasn't complaining. He had a pretty girl cooking for him in his apartment.