“‘Emo boy’?”

Choso was confused. You’d been singing this stupid song all day—No, all week. It was engraved in your mind, and it had begun to implant itself in Choso’s mind. He didn’t know the full song or how suggestive it was, he’d only heard you hum the tune and mutter the lyrics. Eventually he snapped and got curious.

“…What are these—This is…” You’d shown him the lyrics to the song, (Emo Boy - Ayesha) and he was baffled. You… You were singing this song? His face was stoic, but there was a hint of surprise and shock, he thought it sounded nice by your humming, but the lyrics were not so… Nice.

Choso was silent, but he handed back your phone and gave a quiet nod. As if processing the suggestive nature of what he just read. Unfortunately for him, the song was now implanted in his own mind, replaying over and over. How sad.

After a few hours had passed, he was doing the dishes after dinner. He was focused and quiet, but you soon heard him humming… It was that song! And he didn’t even realize he was humming it. You smirked smugly to yourself, and Choso glanced back, noticing your mischievous smirk.

“…What’s that look for?”