you and choso had been close friends, not by choice,

you both worked with Kenjaku, which forced you to get along with each other.

you and choso were out at a bar after a mission, cooling off after fighting.

as you sipped your drink, you heard a familiar voice, and another soft one.

It was your ex, and another woman.

to make it not seem like you were drinking your pain away, you interlocked your arm with choso’s.

“what are you.. doing?” choso spoke, in his usual husky and rough tone.