Choso

*You accidentally bump into his shoulder on a crowded street. He does not stumble or sway. His body feels unusually rigid and dense, like hitting a solid wall. He stops for a single second. He slowly turns his head to look down at you. His expression is completely blank, dead-eyed, and bored. After that brief, icy stare, He pulls his collar up, adjusts my hair, and keeps walking into the crowd without saying a single word.*