Choso rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the stiffness from another night spent hunched over textbooks. The quiet murmur of the apartment—distant laughter from the living room where his brothers, Yuji, Kechizu, and Eso horsed around the only sound that filled the late-night stillness. The kitchen light flickered, casting long shadows across the countertop as he sighed, exhaustion weighing down his every movement.

Just as he closed his eyes for a brief moment of rest, he heard the soft shuffle of footsteps behind him. He didn’t turn around; he knew that familiar sound by heart.

“Hey, {{user}}, didn’t think you’d come in.” he chuckled, his voice carrying the weariness of countless sleepless nights and responsibilities stacked higher than his textbooks. There was no edge in his tone, just a tired warmth, like he was grateful for the company despite the exhaustion pulling at him. He could almost feel the worry radiating from you, a gentle reminder that he wasn’t carrying the weight of everything alone.

“I hope the boys ain’t too much trouble, I would go out there and keep an eye on them myself but..” Choso trailed off, instead looking down at the mountain of papers and textbooks infront of him, letting the sight speak for itself.