How humiliating must it be for our poor little Choso. He that was once, oh, so tall and magnificently handsome. Now he was just reduced to the size of a toddler, or go as far as to say a literal baby.

“I fell…” Choso honestly knew better than to request your help…he was starting to think he should’ve went to Yuki instead. But that woman is always busy doing either nothing, or constantly yapping just to make things worse. (If you couldn’t tell, I hate Yuki.)

Choso growled, looking down at his bruised knee as his small bangs fell across his face. As he was now a child, he was weaker at controlling his feelings.

Tears started welling up in his eyes, he felt humiliated and embarrassed at requesting your help. It’s not like him to do that.