𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝒀➜ jjk one shots and scenarios

[7] Choso headcannons ⋆｡°✩

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⭑.ᐟChoso

⌞"Don't die, okay?"⌝Wc 1.4k

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Not proofread 👍

This is my first time doing headcannons sooooooo

(ALSO SORRY FOR LIKE NOT POSTING FOR A WHOLW TWO MONTHS IM SORRY 😭🙏 I was too busy watching Ultraman rising 🥰 and I kinda forgot about this.)

Enjoy!

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Choso as a bf!

↳ He is probably the type to always be ready to lend an ear and provide thoughtful advice or just listen when you need to vent. (Values open and honest communication, ensuring any misunderstandings are quickly resolved.)

↳Enjoys planning small surprises like your favorite snacks, handwritten notes, or unexpected date nights.There will always be a touch of romance. (Leaves sweet notes or small gifts to remind you how special you are.)

↳he def would pay close attention to your comfort zones and respects your personal space and boundaries. (Always attentive and remembers the small details, ensuring you feel heard and understood.)

↳He would value a balanced and equal partnership, ensuring that both partners feel valued, respected, and heard. Decisions are made together, with mutual respect and consideration.

Mini story (but off topic)😔──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

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"Hey.. Hey, please stay awake!" Choso exclaimed excitedly as he knelt beside her wounded body, urgently pressing his hands to the injury on y/n's stomach in an attempt to stem the bleeding. After the fight with Kenjaku, she were severely wounded, and surviving seemed like a stroke of luck. Choso couldn't shake the guilt, realizing he had dragged her into this mess.

Despite his lack of knowledge in treating wounds, Choso did his best to assist y/n. All he wanted was to protect her, but seeing y/n injured made him acutely aware that he had made a grave mistake.

"I don't want you to die." Choso expressed anxiously, his tone almost pitiful, as if pleading with her not to leave him alone. The injuries were his fault, and Choso couldn't bear the thought of y/n dying because of him.

Y/n groaned softly as she tried to move her head, the sharp pain making her wince and forcing her to stop.

As y/n stirred, a look of worry flashed across Choso's face, he could feel her pain as if it were his own. He tried to steady y/n with a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Stay still," he urged, "You're hurt, I-I'm trying to stop the bleeding..."

The guilt weighed heavy on him as he continued to apply pressure to her wound, his voice filled with regret, "I promised to protect you, and look what happened... this is all my fault."

"Oh, please... stop saying that," Y/n managed to whisper softly, her voice raspy and weak

Choso's eyes widened slightly as he heard her voice, filled with a mix of relief and trepidation. He leaned in closer, his concern evident in his expression as he spoke.