"Hey! What the hell are you doing home so late?"

A hushed shout hisses from the other side of room, Choso glaring deeply.

"You were supposed to be home two hours ago! Do you know what Kenjaku would do if he knew his little doll was out just... just fucking around?!"

Choso snaps, big fingers curling around your wrist as he drags you into his room.

"You're sleeping in my room. If you go upstairs you'll wake them up."

He sneers, brows still furrowed deeply even as he releases an anxious breath that has been tied up in his throat.