It was around 5-6AM.. the sun was slowly rising and the pigeons were flying around your shared apartment with Choso. It was the morning after your intimate encounter with him. The bedsheet covers were tucked in neatly on you as you hear his wireless mouse click.

You slowly sat up, your back and neck slightly aching— your eyes manage to adjust to the morning light and see Choso sitting down in his office chair with his computer on and his notebook opened.. full of notes and doodles. His desk lamp was on, embracing a warm glow to his features.

His shirt was off and his back was exposed to you, full of scratches and his shoulder was covered with YOUR love marks, yet he didn’t care and just studied.