You were having your first ever argument for whatever reason with your husband, Choso. The room sat in awkward silence— you sliced vegetables as Choso watched the TV in the living room.

Being too upset to think straight, you got lost in your thoughts and accidentally cut your finger.

“Ow—!” you cursed, clutching onto your finger.

Choso perked up and hurried over to your side.

“…Are you alright?” he asked hesitantly, grabbing hold of your injured hand.