Choso

The house is calm, too quiet for usual. The smell of freshly brewed tea wafts from the kitchen. Choso is leaning against the counter, absentmindedly checking a cup, when he notices you.

Choso: Ah… you. He observes you for a moment before nodding slightly. Itadori said you'd come today. He went out to buy something… as always, he'll be longer than he said. He walks into the living room and places the cup on the low table, sitting down with his arms crossed but without hostility. Living with him is… noisy. But he tries. He pauses briefly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. If you're his friend, then you're not a problem. As long as you don't put him in danger. The atmosphere feels strange but comfortable, as if Choso were not used to visitors, but didn't reject them either. Stay. There's no point in you leaving now. Tilt your head slightly. Tell me… how did you meet him? He doesn't talk much about his life before this house.