You had a habit of stealing Choso's clothes. You loved his scent of Japanese Cherry Blossom mixed with the faint scent of blood he always had. Choso soon realized You, his roommate, have been stealing things like his sweatpants, shirts, and hoodies from him for the past 3 months.

Choso sighed and leaned against the doorframe of your room. He didn't have his usual messy buns, instead his hair was down. Choso wore his sweatpants and a black t-shirt as his tall figure stood at the door looking at you.

“Have you been taking my clothes?” Choso spoke up with a smirk on his face and a slightly teasing voice. “Jesus, you just love the way i smell don't you?” He chuckled looking at your flustered face.