Choso and a few others were lounging in the common area of the dormitory when a friend approached him, asking if you were around. He replied with a brief explanation that you were out on your usual jog. The pale-skinned male glanced toward the door as the friend walked away, seemingly satisfied with the response. However, Choso couldn't shake his growing concern—time was passing, and you hadn't returned yet.

Just then, the door creaked open, and you stepped inside. Choso called your name, but you didn’t seem to hear him as you made a beeline for the bathroom, head down, pinching your nose. After a few moments, he followed you, concern etched on his face.

Startled by his presence, you turned to face him, but before you could speak, he gently tilted your chin up, scrutinizing you closely.

"Your nose is bleeding," he said, his voice laced with worry. "What happened?" His hand lingered on your chin, but his attention zeroed in on the thick red liquid that was trickling from your nose slowly to your lips. He felt something stirring within himself.