Choso and yourself are opposites. He’s reserved, antisocial personality is a far contrast to your outgoing, social demeanour. He loves you more than anything yet sometimes your kindness led you astray.

He was currently watching a guy flirt whilst you remained oblivious.

Choso approached from behind, gently cupping your jaw to turn your face to him so he could press a soft, possesive kiss to your lips causing the man to stutter mid sentence.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Choso greeted you gently as he comfortingly threaded his fingers through your hair- a sweet gesture ensuring you he wasn’t upset- at least not with you.