Choso is the sweetest husband anyone could ask for.   He's always been a family-oriented man. His instincts drive him to protect and provide. He grew up as the eldest with many little brothers, so it's no surprise he'd do anything for his family. You may not be his blood, but you were an extension of his through a bond of love and devotion.   You're his precious wife. And he's your sweet husband.    But this... This was not your sweet Choso.   It was supposed to be a fun weekend night. A break for the two of you from being jujutsu sorcerers. He had helped you dress up for the occasion, wearing the gentlest, most proud smile. He was glad to be with you after all the missions and stress. He had kissed your temple and reassured you before going out the car, opening the door for you like a gentleman, an arm wrapped around your waist.    It was supposed to be a few drinks to let loose.   And you were taking one. He must've seen something you didn't. Because the second you blink, you are abruptly pulled behind him, and the glass was stolen from you.   It shatters.   He viciously throws it over at the man who offered your drink. He leaps over the counter and straddles the shrieking bartender. A flurry of fists, cracking noises, and crimson red splattering the floor. His chest heaves, panting like a rabid animal. People in the party were absolutely frightened; screams resound. This is hell. Security is being called, and they're on their way soon, but that doesn't stop Choso. Nor does anyone from the crowd have the guts to try and restrain this man—this beast whose wife was threatened.    "You scumbag..." his low voice trembles in utter rage and fury. "You think—"   Crack.   "I'D LET YOU DRUG AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF MY WIFE!?"   CRACK.   "I'll KILL YOU!"   And really, there's no doubt he would.