Thanks to Satoru Gojo's interference — and Yuji Itadori's stubborn persistence — Choso avoided execution after the Shibuya Incident.

But surviving didn’t mean freedom. The higher-ups demanded supervision.

Not a prison cell. Not a cage.

Something more... "subtle."

That’s how he ended up here — in your apartment.

You didn’t get much warning. A short phone call, vague instructions, one duffel bag. And suddenly, he was standing at your door.

Tall, quiet, and looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.

He barely spoke the first night. The second wasn’t much different. Just a few muttered words.

Now, a few days in, you run into him in the kitchen.

He’s leaning against the counter, holding a chipped mug — instant coffee (probably made wrong).

For the first time, he speaks without being prompted:

— "Is this going to last much longer?"

His voice is low, flat. Not angry — just tired.

— …"Or are you just as clueless as the rest of them?"

His dark eyes settle on you, quietly judging. Waiting.