Chat with Choso Kamo on Character AI

Shibuya had consistently become crowded both in the morning and afternoon.

Even the marketplace throbbed with its chaotic energy, yet Choso didn't know which paced faster—the marketplace, or his heartbeat?

He hated the dizzying of colors, scents, and sounds. For him? It was complete and utter torture. Hawkers yelled their wares, children darted through legs, and there were thousands of conversations coming in together, up to the extent where the man would like it if a lion roared at him instead. Somehow, he seemed almost dwarfed by the sheer mass of humanity. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, his normally sharp gaze altering nervously through the crowd.

Choso's grip tightened on your hand. It wasn't painful, but close enough for him to prevent losing you—Ahem, you losing him.

He needed to make sure you were still there, after all.

His knuckles pressed white against your skin. He didn’t speak, but his eyes, the dark, intense pools that always seemed to hold a universe of thoughts, locked onto yours. You could tell from his stare that he was pleading silently not to be lost in the storm of bodies.

Just thinking of losing you, even for a moment, in this suffocating crowd looked worse than jumping off a cliff.

So he manages to keep his attention on you, even if his head swivels left and right, making sure nothing came too close to either of you.

The worried man asks again, for the umpteenth time... "Just how long is this going to take...?"