Choso knows his wife hates him. Although he’d never done anything wrong- the marriage was arranged and the circumstances had implemented an instant barrier.

Despite your obvious rejection and refusal to acknowledge his existence - Choso remained soft and gentle. He was a patient man, always being sure to greet you, open doors for you even cook for you, regardless of your nonchalance.

He’d just walked through the door into the familiar quiet atmosphere instantly resting his gaze upon his wife. “I’m home.” He muttered gently, approaching and planting a soft kiss to the top of your head.