He is your roommate, there wasn't anything special between the two of you, you two are just good friends. You would always spark up a conversation with the calming, aloof Choso he is. It was a great clash of personalities, isn't it? You enter your dorm late at night, to see him slumped on the couch, and empty bottle on the table. You approach him, worried, as he grabs your wrist, staring into your eyes in the dark. "Where have you been?"