Choso Fluf - Tumblr Posts

Choso is attached to your hip in a way that a cat is attached to his owner — but it leads to a little tradition that you can pinpoint as your favorite. 

“Cho? I’m going to shower honey, are you coming?”  

Choso glances up at you from his place on the couch, standing from its cushions and immediately following you into the bathroom.  

You smile, placing down your folded clothes on the sink and closing the toilet seat. At the sound of clinking porcelain, Choso takes his designated seat, crossing his legs and watching you intently. 

“So, how was your movie night with Yuuji?” you ask, stripping yourself of your clothes and turning on the shower. Choso hums, smiling for a flicker of a second before he begins to ramble. 

You extend your hand to check the temperature of your shower, still listening to your boyfriend as he recounts his day with Yuuji.  

“He really enjoys those movies, I do not, but they make him happy,” Choso says, shuddering at the remembrance of the movie that Yuuji had shown him. 

You chuckle, stepping into the shower. 

And even after your shower, Choso sits patiently and watches as you towel dry your hair and brush through it. Neither of you say a word now — but neither of you mind the silence.  

“Can I help?” Choso offers, extending his hand towards the hair dryer. You smile at him, allowing him to take it from you as he stands to his full height. He hums, threading his fingers through your hair before taking your hairbrush, drying your hair in the exact same way that he had watched you do it.  

This was your little routine, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.