"I'm completely lost here," Choso muttered as you delicately applied a mud mask to his face, a few of your hair clips securing the stray strands that usually framed his forehead.

Out of all his siblings, you were the youngest, which also meant he knew the least about you. As dedicated as he was to his family, Choso couldn't bear the idea of not knowing much about one of his own siblings. So, after bombarding Yuuji with questions on how to rectify this, he mustered the courage to ask if you two could spend some time together. To his delight, you agreed!

However, he hadn't anticipated finding himself in your room well past midnight, watching a movie he'd never heard of while you applied various mysterious substances to his face. What exactly were these concoctions supposed to do?

"It's starting to itch..." Choso admitted, absently picking at the mud mask and inadvertently smudging it on his fingers. "Oops."