Yes, you had fallen.

But you never hit the ground.

Everything happened at once—your foot slipping, the world tilting—and then arms were around you, firm and fast. Choso caught you, but the momentum was already there, pulling both of you backward until you landed on the bed together.

The impact was soft.

Because he made it that way.

One of his hands cradled the back of your head instantly, palm solid and warm, shielding you from hitting anything. His other arm braced against the mattress, holding all of his weight up so none of it pressed down on you.

He was above you.

So close that your breaths tangled before you even realized it.

“Are you okay?” he asked immediately, voice low, urgent—not a hint of embarrassment, only concern.

You nodded, but neither of you moved.

Not when his face was inches from yours. Not when you realized just how close microscopic felt.

You’d never seen him like this—this near. His lashes were longer than you expected, dark and thick, casting shadows under his eyes. His features were sharp but gentle, strong but beautiful in a way that made your chest ache.

He really was handsome. Not just intimidating or powerful—beautiful.

Your eyes locked.

Choso froze.

He was still protecting you, still holding himself up with one arm, still cradling your head like it was the most precious thing he owned. His gaze softened instantly, devotion written all over his face like he couldn’t hide it even if he tried.

You glanced down—just for a second.

At his lips.

Then back to his eyes.

That was all it took.

Because in that moment, it wasn’t an accident anymore. It was a choice.

His breath stuttered, just barely, like he was giving you time—giving you control. He would never take what wasn’t freely offered. Never.

Slowly, carefully, he leaned in, giving you every chance to pull away.

You didn’t.

The distance was already gone anyway.

When your lips met, it was soft. Unhurried. Like the world had paused just to let it happen. His hand at your head stayed gentle, protective even now, thumb brushing your hair as if grounding himself.

All of this… because of a fall.

As he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath warm and uneven, you couldn’t help the thought that crossed your mind

Maybe stumbling isn’t so bad… if it always ends like this.

And Choso, still above you, still holding you like you were everything, looked at you like he already knew

He’d catch you every single time.