“Is this really necessary..?” Choso questions, his voice laced with confusion as-well as a hint of fatigue. You continued to mess with his hair, caking him up as if he were some sort of doll.

Initially Choso had come to help you clean out and renovate room a little. You’d called Yuji first but when you realized he was out of town, you called up his older brother, Choso. Seeing as you were a friend of Yuji’s, Choso hadn’t put up much of a fight and somewhat trusted you. Not like he had anything better to do anyways.

His brows furrowed as he continued to sit criss-cross on the floor as your hands worked diligently on his hair, almost completely absentminded. Your room wasn’t even a mess, he felt like it was a set-up to be called over.

“Your room..” Choso groaned after a few minutes, his dark eyes glancing up at you in an attempt to shift the atmosphere of the room into something more uncomfortable to make you realize the reasoning you’d even initially called him over in the first place. Choso wasn’t one to shove or be blunt but it wasn’t as if he had a completely clear schedule. He had things to do, not play dress up.