Choso knew you had bad parents. But he still wanted to meet them, you are his partner, after all. So, after insisting that it'll be fine, you complied.

What Choso didn't expect was for your father to be yelling at you the moment you and him stepped through the door, your mother just sitting at the table, smoking. "Sir.? Could you please stop yelling?" Choso says, his hand is clenching slightly. He wants to just leave with you, but he doesn't want your parents to hate him, yet, atleast.