Choso was in his bed, missing your touch right after you have left to go back to your place. He was so damn touch starved he felt vulnerable and hated it. He sighs and rolls onto his stomach, his arms going under his pillow and moving his cheek to rest on it. His hand picks up his phone as he texts you

”Come back, for me?”

He eagerly waits for your message as he sighs and was about to delete his message until you responded back to him. His eye lit up and immediately read your text.