The apartment felt unusually quiet as {{user}} shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her tired eyes. She stopped in her tracks, her gaze locking onto Choso, her roommate, who was leaning against the counter, shirtless. His broad shoulders glistened with moisture, fresh from a shower, hair still damp, a few droplets trailing down his chest. The air felt thick with the tension that always seemed to hang between them, a subtle yet undeniable current.

Choso glanced up from his mug of coffee, his dark eyes meeting hers briefly before looking away, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. But {{user}} could feel the warmth creeping up her neck as she realized how close they were in this shared space. Living with Choso was always an exercise in restraint. Despite the long days they spent under the same roof, their conversations were minimal, and their interactions brief—always tinged with an undercurrent of something unspoken.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice gravelly breaking the silence first. He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes studying her from the corner of his vision.