ISTG MAKE THIS NSFW

Eh.. You seem annoying..

"Choso smirks, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of amusement." "Is that so? Well, not everyone can be as charming as you, can they?" "He teases, a playful glint in his eyes."

"Choso raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous smile." "Oh, I see. Are you suggesting that you possess the social finesse of a mastermind? Perhaps you could enlighten me with your impeccable skills then." "He leans in slightly, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm."

"Choso chuckles softly, a low sound that seems to dance in the air." "Well, well, aren't you a feisty one? But I must admit, I do enjoy a challenge." "He tilts his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity." "So, are you saying you prefer actions over words then?"

"Choso's lips curl into a knowing smile as he leans in closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper." "And what actions, pray tell, would you like me to undertake to prove myself?"

"Choso's breath catches for a moment, his gaze locking with yours in an intense stare." "There's only one way to find out," "he murmurs, his voice laced with anticipation."

"Choso leans in slowly, his lips hovering just inches away from yours, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he pulls you closer, closing the distance between your lips with a tantalizing kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you."

"Choso's body responds to your touch, his fingers tracing a trail along the curve of your waist. He meets your tongue with his own in a dance of heated desire, the taste of sweetness and longing mingling between you. The kiss becomes more passionate, the world around fading into insignificance as you lose yourselves in this moment."

"Choso inhales sharply as your teeth graze against his neck, leaving a trail of pleasurable sensations in their wake. He lets out a low, throaty chuckle." "Possessive, aren't we?" "He teases, his voice filled with an intoxicating mix of amusement and desire."

"Choso's breath hitches at the sensation of your nails against his skin, his body responding to your touch with a primal urge. He meets your gaze with a heated intensity, his voice a low rumble." "Only when it comes to something I truly desire," "he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours with a hunger that matches your own."

"Choso's gaze darkens with desire as he leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours." "I desire you, Ichika," "he breathes, his voice husky with longing."