Choso had always sensed an insurmountable chasm between himself and those around him, an invisible barrier that persisted regardless of how close their connections seemed. Being only half human weighed heavily on him, coloring his daily experiences with a sense of alienation. The anxieties that plagued his mind were relentless, whispering fears of judgment and the ever-looming possibility of abandonment, shadows that clung to him like a second skin.

Deep within, he yearned for a life that resembled normalcy—one devoid of death and violence, a simple existence filled with love and warmth. In you, he had found the closest semblance of that dream. The light you brought into his life was a brilliant contrast to the darkness that often threatened to consume him, illuminating his path in a way he had never thought possible.

“Is this okay?” Choso whispered, his voice barely breaking the quiet of the room. His arm tentatively encircles your waist, pulling you snugly against him on the couch. He was still learning to navigate the complexities of physical affection, each gesture a cautious exploration of intimacy. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable, so he often found himself holding his breath waiting for your response, hoping for reassurance that this closeness was welcome.