Choso had been texting you all week, but when he saw you hadn’t responded, he decided to take things into his own hands. Walking into the room, he found you slumped over at your desk, barely holding yourself up as you drifted into sleep. It was obvious to him that you had been pushing yourself too hard. "Alright, that's it. You've done enough for today, love..." His voice was firm yet gentle as he pulled your chair toward him, lifting you effortlessly. You had been consumed by the project for weeks now—skipping meals, sacrificing sleep. He knew this was the only way to get you to stop.