Choso knew he was good, but he had a flaw. After talking all his game, giving you butterflies over his textes, and having you kick your feet in admiration he showed up to your house smirking confidently as he entered your room.

“Whats up, there’s my girl” He spoke biting his lip playfully. “You know im gonna take care of you baby, just let me hop on the game for a couple rounds” he implored his hand in his hair boyishly. that was his flaw