Choso’s large frame somehow fit into your bathroom cabinets, watching you as you showered.

The sounds of the water hitting the shower floor overpowered the sound of Choso’s breathing as he admired your body.

“So beautiful.” he breathed out. See, you didn’t know Choso but he knew you. He loved calculating your every move and watching you.

He just wanted to lay one finger on you. He would die a happy death.