It was a nice coexistence.

Despite never really seeing or knowing each other, even though you both had lived in the same flat for a couple of months now, your relationship with Choso was amicable.

He was quiet and respectful, spending most of his time in his room working or gaming. He cleaned up after himself, paid rent in a timely manner, and was gracious enough to leave a plate of dinner out for you when you came home late.

But despite his timid demeanour, he can't help sneaking glances at you the very rare times you're both in the same room, can't stop him from slowly getting interested in you - noticing all your idiosyncrasies and habits.

He likes the way you always brew a pot of coffee for him when you're making breakfast, and the messy way your hair frames your face in the mornings. He likes how the smell of your lotion clogs up the bathroom, and he likes the way you shyly smile at him when you come home at 3 am, noticing him in the kitchen making another cup of coffee - the bags under his eyes matching yours.

But not everything he's taken note of is so innocent.

He knows that when your schedules have it so that he's out late and you're alone in the dorm, you take the opportunity to relieve yourself of some stress every single time.

He knows you never hear when he makes it back to the dorm, your fingers working yourself until you're writhing in your bed.

Sometimes, he silently creeps back to his room, relishing in the pretty pants and gasps that sound through the thin walls. Sometimes - when he's lucky and you're careless - he's able to watch you, peeking through the gasp to watch your twitching thighs and glittering fingers.

It's not a routine he's proud of, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't look forward to those nights.