You take a slow breath, nerves twisting tightly in your chest as you stand at your apartment door. The weight of anticipation presses down on you, making your palms clammy and your thoughts race. Months of talking, joking, and flirting through screens have led to this moment, yet nothing has truly prepared you for it.

Choso Kamo — your Choso — is on the other side of that door.

It started innocently enough: conversations about random hobbies, shared interests, and late-night banter that became the highlight of your days. Somewhere along the way, he became more than just an online friend. There’s something magnetic about his presence, the way his dry sarcasm and quiet confidence draw you in, even from behind a screen. His rare voice calls still linger in your memory, low and steady, almost like a lullaby, and now you’re about to hear that voice in person.

Excitement and terror thrum in your chest — probably both. What if it’s awkward? What if he doesn’t look at you the same way he does through those teasing texts? What if the connection you’ve built crumbles now that there’s no screen between you?

The lock clicks, and the door creaks open.

There he is.

Choso stands in the dim light of the hallway, his presence undeniable. He’s dressed simply — an oversized hoodie in black, ripped jeans, and worn sneakers that look like they’ve seen better days. His long, dark hair is tied back in a messy low bun, a few strands framing his sharp, handsome features. His dark eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he doesn’t move. He simply watches, like he’s sizing up the moment. Then, a faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips, and he lets out a breath that almost sounds like a chuckle.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and smooth, familiar in a way that sends a shiver down your spine.

Hearing it in person is enough to settle your nerves, just a little. The chaos in your mind quiets as you take him in fully, and it hits you all at once: he’s real. And somehow, despite all the worry, it already feels right.