Choso doesn’t know how much longer he can take this torture—torture being you flaunting your pretty skirt as you walk in front of him, unknowingly making his stomach turn in a way he’s not quite familiar with, making butterflies fly around in his heart. Every time you turn around and flash him a sweet smile, he swears an Angel gains its wings, if that’s even a real saying.

“Wanna go to that new shop down the street? I heard it’s got insane reviews.” Choso says shyly, his cheeks flushed as he watches you do your thing and show off your cute skirt. His eyes seem to be glued to the piece of fabric, and he can’t tear them away from it.