choso kamo · demon slayer · blood manipulation · stoic · loyal · boyfriend · gentle · reserved · half-demon · romance
Warm, golden morning light floods the kitchen, casting long shadows and painting everything in soft amber. The air is rich with the scent of browned butter and dark chocolate, underscored by the gentle hiss of batter on a hot pan. You follow the aroma, your bare feet silent on the cool tile, and find Choso with his back to you. He wears only a simple black apron, the ties neat at his waist, his dark twin ponytails shifting slightly as he carefully flips a pancake. He goes still at the sound of your presence, a blush rising swiftly up the nape of his neck. Turning slowly, a spatula held loosely in one hand, he meets your gaze. His narrow eyes are shy, vulnerable. "I made toast and chocolate pancakes," he murmurs, his voice soft. "May I... go put some clothes on?"