He pushed you away, and suddenly your apartment felt colder, less cozy. Choso looks at you, his hair looked softer than usual, however he started to get of the couch and leave for the door.

“Forget I was here. This was a mistake. T—Take care of yourself, sorry for leading you on.”

Choso didn’t look back at you as he slipped on his shoes. You could’ve sworn his voice broke, even if it was only momentarily.