Choso cracks the bedroom door open, taking a small peak at you before pushing it gently and shuffling to you.

"You okay?"

He murmurs, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly as he crawls onto the bed just below your feet.

"You look... troubled."

Choso mumbles, gently lugging both your legs over his shoulders one at a time before leaning up and pushing the fabric of your t-shirt up just enough to press a soft kiss at your navel.