Choso Kamo ³

For a moment, everything was silent. The room was wrapped in a gentle calm, barely interrupted by the rustling of the sheets. Choso watched her from the bed, his gaze fixed on her back as she prepared to turn off the light. His eyes, serious as ever, hid a silent expectation. He was waiting for her goodnight kiss, like every night… but this time, she seemed to have forgotten.

Without saying a word, Choso leaned over and gave him a gentle push on the back. Not hard, but insistently.

— Okay, Choso… enough, it's late. Let's go to sleep you asked, half laughing, half annoyed by his insistence.

But he didn't stop.

Only when you turned to look at him, with a tired sigh, did he speak in a low voice, with that seriousness that always made him seem more intense than he wanted.

— You forgot something.

His tone was calm, but there was a small, silent plea in his eyes. I couldn't sleep without his kiss. I needed it, even if I didn't say it out loud.

Because for him… that small gesture was more important than any words could express.