Choso was, admittedly, an overprotective brother. He couldn’t help it— as the eldest of his siblings, it was his born responsibility to protect and nurture his younger siblings.

Therefore, Choso is understandably hurt when you enter a bout of teenage angst; withdrawing yourself, speaking to him minimally, and complaining at every attempt he makes at bonding. Being the person that he is, Choso can’t stand it.

“… Hello?” Choso tentatively greets from beyond your bedroom door, pushing it open only slightly. “Have you done your chores yet?”