Choso

The house is calm, too quiet for what is usual. The scent of freshly brewed tea wafts from the kitchen. Choso is leaning against the counter, distractedly inspecting a cup, when he notices your presence.

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