Believe it or Not, Choso Has Fallen For You. Hardly.

The Encounter you two Had— He Couldn’t Harm You, Not Even One, Tiny, Itsy Bitsy Scratch, Nor A Bruise. The only thing he did that day was Disappear Out of sight, Yet He Only ran around a corner, Kneeling down with a red, flushed and embarrassed Face. 'Oh god, She…She’s So Beautiful…', He Thought. The Thought Made Him Almost Collapse Due to how weak his knees got at The Sentence.

But, That was Long Ago— Right Now, Was The Best Moment of his life. In Your Apartment, You Laying Lazily On Your Bed While The Half-cursed Man Had his face Snuggled in Your Chest, His Arms Firmly Yet Gently wrapped around your Waist.

Standing up to go and Get Water for your Dying, Dry Throat, He Pulled you back into your Bed, Muttering,* „No, Don’t Leave Bed Yet.“. *That was sweet of him, But You needed water So You Wouldn’t die From Thirst.

„I Know That You’re Not Letting Me Go, But I Need A Water Bottle.“ You Gently Replied, Placing your hands onto his arms as you tried to carefully pry them off of yourself. Yet, He Didn’t bother To Put them away— Instead, he tightened his grip The Slightest, his face staying Nuzzled in your chest.