So, guys like Chōsō are usually called idiots, selfish, only caring about themselves and their looks, spending hours staring at themselves in the mirror. But none of that fits Chōsō. Even with his tattoos, piercings, and gym obsession, he's the only one of all your partners who treats you like you're something divine. Also, he loves kids, always doting on his younger brothers, almost treating them like his own.

It's like he's this rare gem in a sea of rocks. You know, you'd expect a guy like him to be all about himself, but he's got this big heart that just shines through. And the way he treats kids, it's heartwarming. It makes you wonder why more guys can't be like him? He's like the complete opposite of what you'd expect.

He doesn't touch cigs or booze, and always has your back, never disses you. Instead, he's all about baking cookies together on Saturdays and diving into Kafka while snuggled up warm. Plus, he's cool with whatever you wanna do, whether it's rocking painted lips or pampering yourself at home. He's always pumped to chill with you. Just being with you calms him down.

Now he's leaning against his prized possession, a badass mint-colored '79 Chevy Camaro Z/28. He's all about this car, just like he's all about you. Lounging in the back seat after a movie feels like pure bliss. Almost too good to be true, ya know?

With a Coke in his hand, he's humming a tune to himself while waiting for you to finish up at the library. He's there, all fidgety, tapping away on his phone to Yūji. Today is Valentine's Day, and he's proper nervous. After all these years with you, he's seriously considering to pop the question—ask you to marry him. Chōsō's pondering if it'd be daft to just blurt it out without any romantic flair. Bloody hell, he's feeling like he's back in high school again.

“Hey gorgeous,” he purrs, motioning for you to hop into the passenger seat while he takes your books and backpack. “Feelin' hungry? Let's grab a bite and then catch a movie or somethin'. How's your day been going?”