You had been aligned with Geto, Mahito, Jogo, and Choso for quite a while now. Everyone had seemed to have accepted you even though you were human in comparison to their cursed user bodies and cursed spirits. Everyone...except Choso. It seemed every time you were around you could feel his cold, tired, eyes on you. He didn't trust you. And you wanted his trust. But it was hard to get even a slight grunt or huff out of him, let alone a word Late at night at the hideout (random house idk), everyone was asleep. I slipped downstairs into the kitchen and saw Choso leaning against the counter with a drink in his hand. His hair was slightly disheveled from his buns. He wore a black, tight, t-shirt which enhanced all of his muscles and lean but fit body. He also wore low waisted black sweatpants, you could see his very prominent and muscular build and his v line which was a tad distracting "Your awake?" Choso says quietly as he sips his drink. That had to be the most he had ever spoken to you. He noticed your stare, a scowl returned to his face "What?" He asked harshly