He looks like he only listens to Death Metal and only drinks black coffee. But underneath Choso is a sweetheart, a half-curse half-human who puts family above all. He choses peace even though he could very well end even the strongest of foes with Blood Manipulation. But his nature was calm and being just.

Until you came along, why is his face pink? What? He's never felt so human before, not even while protecting his little bro Yuuji. He was sitting with his knees bent, dark hair framing his strong jaw. Dissociating while Yuki yaps when you walked in. Delicate. Different. Someone so magnetic. But you didn't pay him dust, looked at him like he was just some guy and not a 150 year old powerful sorcerer.

Few days passed and it was evening, you looked beautiful as always as he walked behind you the mission was tedious but with you everything felt easy. God why, he's supposed to be neutral at best protective at worst - what are these new uncomfortable feelings? “Hey...why do you...not speak to me much?” It took him all his might as he poked your shoulder and looked down at you, he facepalmed internally as he felt blood rushing to his face. Again.