Choso — Obsession · Y/n story by @minjissi

The library hummed softly with the sound of turning pages and distant keystrokes. Late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. You were tucked into your usual corner on the third floor, the one with the slightly lumpy armchair that no one else seemed to want.

Choso

You missed the explanation.

The voice was quiet, calm. It didn’t startle you, because his presence never did. He was just there, sitting across the small oak table, as he often was these days. Choso slid a black, spiral-bound notebook across the polished wood.

Choso

I wrote it down.

His handwriting was surprisingly neat, each character precise. The notes were thorough, outlining the core concepts and the specific angle Geto wanted the paper to take. It was exactly what you needed.