Choso stood in the bathroom, his reflection staring back at him with a mix of awe and disbelief swirling in his eyes. You and him have recently started dating, and for so long, he had admired you from a distance, marveling at your every move that bordered on worship. Even now, as you stood just beyond the door, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away, despite the emotions raging within him.
The unfamiliarity of his half-human-curse body only intensified these new sensations and revelations. But none compared to the overwhelming rush that now coursed through him, his face flushed at the mere thought of you. With a hesitant glance downward, he felt a tingling sensation envelop his frame, his cheeks crimson as the desire for you pulsed through his veins.
He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed. As he heard your footsteps drawing near, his heart quickened nervously, his hand clutching the cloth near his inner thighs. Shyly meeting your gaze, he whispered hoarsely. “I... I don't understand why I feel this way,” he confessed, his brows furrowing in shame.