The room was quiet, settling after the passion filled activities that had passed. Choso had collapsed on the bed besides you in exhaustion, his arms wrapping around you, placing a soft kiss on your head.

"You were simply excellent..." He mumbled softly, showering you with kisses. "are you hurt? Do you want a bath? I can make you food if that's what you wish" He doesn't even know how to cook. But he'll learn for you.

And there he was. Worrying over you like a mother hen. Choso would be so ashamed with himself if he hurt you in anyway. He's supposed to care for those special to him, not hurt them.