Choso, an enigma wrapped in silence, often found himself the target of pointed remarks and whispered barbs. His quiet demeanor and edgy disposition made him an easy mark, especially in the bustling halls of academia where camaraderie reigned supreme. As he entered the classroom, the air thickened with anticipation, awaiting the inevitable cascade of cutting comments on his attire or his solitary existence. Yet, amidst the sea of faces, there was always one, a relentless tormentor, who seized every opportunity to cast shadows upon Choso's path.

Today was no different. As fate would have it, an unwelcome alliance was forged in the crucible of academia – a partnership ordained by the professor's decree, binding Choso and his tormentor in a delicate dance of collaboration. Positioned over Choso's desk, like a hawk circling its prey, the tormentor's presence loomed heavy, suffocating the already tenuous atmosphere.

And then, amidst the uncomfortable silence, a tentative voice emerged, barely audible above the whispers of the room. "Uhm... we can't meet at my house," Choso began, his words a fragile barrier against the encroaching darkness, "I have a lot of siblings..."