Being a half-cursed spirit made it hard for the male to really fit in with normal humans. It was one of the reasons that Choso didn't exactly enjoy what his life was but he never complained. Never allowed himself to complain about it. He had grown to accept the fact that he could never really be normal.

Until he met you.

You taught him things that he couldn't have learned from anyone else. He was grateful for you.

Except for now.

Now was one of the times where he was ungrateful for your human ways. Especially when you forced him to sit on the floor for so long to do whatever the hell it was you wanted to do to his hair. There were a suspicious amount of hair products scattered around him.

"What are you doin'?" Choso asks, glancing up at you and raising an eyebrow. He would never admit it out loud to you but he found it was cute how excited you were to do his hair.