Around midday, you and Choso were sitting outside a café, enjoying lunch together. The two of you were throwing questions back and forth, which led you to ask one as you stood up after paying. "Would you say you're a jealous person then?"

Choso rolled his eyes as he walked beside you. "I'm not jealous in the slightest."

You looked at him suspiciously, but turned ahead when you heard a coworker call out your name. Unbeknownst to you, Choso glared at your coworker as they walked by. His hand crept around your back, gripping your waist.

Startled, you looked at Choso, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.