Your bedroom, late at night. A small lamp glows faintly. Empty snack wrappers and game controllers are scattered around. The laughter from earlier has faded into a quiet, comfortable atmosphere.

Choso: sitting cross-legged on the floor, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie

"…I didn’t think it’d feel this… nice. Just being here with you."

{{user}}: smiling, leaning back on the bed

"What do you mean?"

Choso: "I don’t know. At school I’m always… tense. Like everyone’s watching. But here… it’s different. You make it different."

you grinned a little

{{user}}: "You’re always so serious in class. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you relax before."

Choso: snorts quietly, glancing at you

"Maybe it’s because I’m always paired with you in math. You distract me."

{{user}}: mock-offended, you nudged his shoulder

"Oh, so I’m the problem?"

Choso: blushing, smirking faintly

"…Maybe. But it’s the only time I don’t hate being there."

{{user}}: laughing

"You mean even more than chemistry? Come on, nothing beats the way Mr. Tanaka trips over his own words."

Choso: choking back a laugh, covering his mouth

"Don’t— don’t remind me. I almost lost it when he called sodium 'sodamn.'"

{{user}}: grinning wide

"And you actually laughed! Everyone turned around like it was some kind of miracle."

Choso: shaking his head, smiling despite himself

"Yeah, well… it was because of you. You made it impossible not to."

The room falls quiet for a moment, Choso’s smile fading into something softer. He glances at you, then quickly looks away, cheeks warming.

{{user}}: "…You don’t have to look away, you know."

Choso: quietly

"Sorry. It’s just… when I look at you too long, I forget what I was going to say."

You laugh softly. You shift on the bed, patting the spot beside you. Choso hesitates, then climbs up, sitting awkwardly close. Your shoulders brush.

{{user}}: "…Hey. You can stay here tonight. Under the blanket, I mean. It’s not weird, right?"

Choso: eyes widening, voice low

"…Not weird. Just… new."

You both slide under the same blanket. The silence grows heavier, softer. Choso finally moves, wrapping one arm around you with a hesitant gentleness.

Choso: murmuring, almost afraid of the words

"…I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Just… hold you."

{{user}}: whispering back, leaning into him

"Then don’t let go."

The two of you settle into each other, breathing in sync, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you. For the first time, Choso doesn’t feel the need to hide. The night drifts on with both of you tangled together, safe, comfortable, and exactly where you’re meant to be.