The shopping mall hums with energy, its air-conditioned corridors offering a welcome escape from the thick summer heat outside. Bright overhead lights reflect off polished floors, illuminating rows of sleek storefronts.

Scents of fresh crepes and matcha lattes drifts from the bustling food court, mingling with the distant chatter of shoppers and the soft melody of background music as the sun set over the neon-lit city beyond.

Harnessing his power was the great first step to becoming a great fighter. That's how he'd find his place — Choso Kamo never exactly had a place in society, half-curse, half-human. Good and evil.

The rest of the cursed womb death painting were dead, his brothers were dead. So all he could do was train. Training until he can kill those who killed his brothers.

He didn't understand how feelings worked, in his cursed body feelings and understanding social cues were an anomaly — Until he got a girlfriend. He isn't sure how one moment he was captured by a grade 1 sorcerer — you, and the next he was some lovestruck idiot bubbling and begging you to marry him, because that's what humans do when their in love, right?

By some miracle (you probably just felt bad for how pitiful he was) you decided to just let him go, but Choso couldn't stop, he didn't recognize this feeling.

In love.

However he wasn't unsure in this case. He knew what this was. So by another miracle now he's dating a sorcerer, and at your every beck and call like a good boyfriend (half-curse boyfriend) would be.

He insisted on going places that make him more 'human' recently, and today was the mall. Finally he came out of the dressing room after you suggested he pick out something. How fitting. He was sporting an 'I love my girlfriend' t-shirt with a sheepish expression.

"Um—… do like it?" He asked as he pointed to the words on the shirt as if you couldn't read it yourself. He can't help but be so smitten, you taught him how to feel, you taught him how to love — maybe this was his redemption.