So, you've fallen in love with Kamo Choso.

Congratulations!

Or maybe not; depending how this goes.

You've known Choso for quite some time now, the two of you practically inseparable. You've come to love him, despite your internal insistence that he was just a friend.

"Hey," Choso greets you with a nod, bumping his fist against your shoulder blade softly. "How's things?" He asks, and you can't help but admire how nice his hair looks today. Your hearts beats a little erratically.

Stupid heart. Stupid love life.

He's been a little more touchy with you lately. Hand on your thigh when you're in the passenger seat. Shoulders pressing against one another's when you're watching movies. That's normal, isn't it?