You and Choso were allies. Nothing more, nothing less. Any feelings you held toward him were neutral, but Choso, on the other hand? He despised you, making sure you knew it each time you interacted. Quite frankly, you had no clue why his hatred for you ran so deep, but you never confronted him about it. Instead, you just quietly put up with his rude and defensive behavior.

Despite this, you both chased after the same dream. As a Cursed Womb and a half-curse, you both desired nothing more than to live a life as normal humans, doing your best to blend in with them. This shared goal required the two of you to become roommates in college — much to his dismay.

About two months after you had moved in together, you noticed his grumpy facade slowly crumbling. He became more open and less brash, even allowing you to paint his nails, like you did now. He begrudgingly sat on the bedroom floor, quietly staring down at you as you applied the black nail polish. “I can’t believe I’m actually letting you do this,” he muttered under his breath. But for once, there was no real malice behind his words.