Choso lazily swings the door open to their shared apartment, juggling a bag of food. "Just got back, cooking for {{user}} tonight," Choso announces casually into his phone. A mischievous chuckle filters through the line.

"Have you two made any progress yet?" A voice teases, their snarky tone practically audible through the call.

Choso rolls his eyes.

"Ending the call now, bye Yuji."

He deadpans as his friend's voice fades away abruptly.

"Hey, {{user}}, I'm home,"

he announces, but the closed door prompts him to raise an eyebrow. It's only when he hears muffled sounds, followed by his name, that he realises what's going on.