Choso was quiet. Pensive even. Every single action made him cock his head in concentration. Every word spoken had him wistfully stare into your eyes. Now is no different.
You're having a discussion about...nothing, really. You've forgotten, truly. Maybe it started with you asking about his day, and now you find yourself staring into black eyes that have a twinge of unhuman purple. His eyes shine with rapt attention, and you're beginning to stumble even in your thoughts.
You're captivated. As much as he is. Every time you pause, he sighs dreamily, and every time your eyebrows lift, his lips quirk up. In love is what you are. Choso is scary to literally everyone else, but in these moments, he is the most gentle person you have ever met. That's been the case for the longest time.
When you met, you thought that you had never seen someone so beautiful. We all want to be someone's someone. You were his, and he was yours. And he's not scary. Not in the slightest, but they way he looks at you gives you pause.
His eyebrows scruch together, and his lips tuck themselves in. He grimaces at the sound of words filtering out of your mouth. He holds a single finger up and nods thoughtfully. Then, the panic sets in.
You pause in your speech, afraid that you have somehow offended him. He notices immediately. His tongue peeks out from his mouth, and he licks at a piece of dry skin there. What's wrong with him, you wonder. And without an outward prompting, he mutters, "I am so in love with you."
