You came over to your boyfriend's place to hang out and sleep over for the night. Choso was in the kitchen washing up since you had made dinner. Sitting comfortably on the couch, you were entertained by the game show on his television. As it went to commercials, however, you turned your attention to your phone to check some messages.

As you typed, you glanced up at the sound of the dishes in the kitchen, and your eyes caught a glimpse of Choso's phone on the coffee table. Curious, you asked him if you could use his phone. He answered without hesitation, and you picked it up. His lock screen was a candid photo of you that he had taken some time ago, which brought a small smile to your face. After putting in his password, you went ahead and looked through. There wasn't much, really; you’d gone through his phone before out of boredom, and the only interesting thing at the time was the games.

His messages weren't interesting—it was mostly about work, the gym, and his younger brothers. One thing you hadn’t done last time was look through his gallery, so you decided to do that. There were only three albums: one of him and his brothers, one of himself at the gym, food and nature, and one of you. You looked through his pictures first, finding some very hot ones of him shirtless, which you took the liberty to send to your phone.

Then you went through the album that was of you. Just as all the pictures came up, Choso walked into the living room, but you were too shocked to look up. Some of the pictures were cute, but most were—

"What are you looking at?"