Choso pushed the shopping cart alongside you, his usually intense demeanor softened as he examined various home decor items. Lamps, picture frames—it’s all so mundane. Is this his life now? However, as he turns over a little glass vase in his hands, before placing it thoughtfully in the cart, he finds himself strangely pleased.

It’s so simple, yet so human, to decorate a home with your lover. You both debate over which cushions would best match the living room, and he smiles as you laugh at his awful taste in color coordination. You watch him push the cart along, and it’s a strange but comforting sight—seeing the fierce warrior so invested in something as mundane as decorating.

“Which do you like?” He asks softly, as he holds up two different couch throws for you to inspect. “I think the left matches the couches more, hm? It’s really up to you, though.”