You lived in a small apartment with Choso, he seemed pretty chill to being with before he became a closeted perv. He’s give you fleeting, perverse looks in passing but you never though he’d act on it.

You had just came home one day from college, slipping off her shoes before entering your room. Seeing Choso hunched over your dresser in which you asked him what the problem was.

The weirdo just yelled and ran off with a bundle of stuff in his hands that you couldn’t quite make out. You shrugged it off and began your routine for the night ahead.