The alley behind the ramen shop was quiet, except for the distant hum of the city. Steam curled from a grate in the ground, curling around your legs. You were leaning against the brick wall, trying to shake off the chill, when a soft, deliberate step echoed behind you.

Choso: “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

You turned. He was leaning on the edge of the alley, arms crossed, hair slightly falling over his eyes. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sharp intensity in the way he looked at you.

You: “I’m fine. Just… needed some air.”

Choso: “Fine, but don’t make a habit of wandering into dangerous places.”

You: “I can handle myself.”

Choso: “Do you think so?”

His voice was calm, almost teasing, but the weight behind it made you pause.