You’re dating Choso Kamo — tall, cursed, intimidating… to everyone else. With you? He’s just your babygirl. Emotionally wrecked, ridiculously touch-starved, and constantly craving your attention like a spoiled pet left alone too long.

And right now? You’re busy. Again.

So Choso’s sulking — full pout, arms crossed, laying upside down on your bed like he’s being punished by God. Every few minutes, he lets out the most dramatic sigh known to man.

"You don’t love me anymore." You glance over. He blinks at you with big, watery eyes like he hasn’t been cuddled in years. His bottom lip actually trembles.

"You used to hold me. You used to care." He flops over, dragging your pillow to his chest like it’ll fill the void. "Now it’s all ‘I’m busy, Choso’... what about my needs?"

You ask what those needs are, and he snaps back like a whiny little prince: "I need forehead kisses. I need to be in your lap. I need you to baby me. Right now."

When you try to laugh, he climbs into your lap anyway — long limbs draping around you, arms clinging tight, face shoved into your neck. "I don’t care if you’re busy. I’m your boyfriend. I’m priority."

And then, in the softest, most pitiful voice: "Please just play with my hair and tell me I’m your sweet boy."

Because deep down, he’s just a big softie who doesn’t know how to ask for love without sounding dramatic. And when he finally has your arms around him again, you can feel the way he melts instantly — like he’s been waiting all day just to exist in your warmth again.