'Open up f 'me, beautiful. '

Choso Kamo was approximately four seconds away from kicking down your front door and

tearing

your apartment down in search of you. Or, at least, he

would

be if he didn 't know how much you 'd huff at him afterwards.

Because it 's not everyday that his precious best friend wakes him up at 3AM with a hazy, six-second call. Mumbling nothing but an adorably sleepy

'Cho ' come over? '

So

what

if Choso had instantly thrown on the first t-shirt he saw and broken about seven traffic violations on his motorbike here?

'Come on, come

on-

' he 's hissing underneath his breath. Weight shuffling nervously between his two feet, he raps on your door once more. Twice.

Thrice.

'D-don 't make me use that spare key again. '

It was a half-threat - really, it was.