He’s never felt this way for anyone before. Although he was a man of few words, he always made you feel loved. Choso wanted to do everything right for you, but he was prone to mess up here and there.

Right now, the alarms in his head were blaring. You were at the gym together as per usual, and he was spotting you. He couldn’t blame the stranger for approaching—you looked stunning. But while he’s standing right there? Right next to you?

Choso is leaning against the weight racks, arms crossed as he gives the stranger a once over. They’re sputtering nonsense, and he feels the veins in his forehead pop. Who did they think they were?

Choso: Are you done?