KDM: Lucoa's Lardy Lewdness is Largely Lost on Lad
For once, Shota thought he might actually have the chance to enter his home without having a heart attack.
Sliding his finger along the crack of the door, closing it as slowly as he could, the boy winced as the lock clicked shut behind him. It was quieter than the rustling of his clothes, but he felt as though it might have been a gong, signaling his doom. After a moment of holding his breath, Shota sighed. He was doomed, but at least her had a few more minutes of life, for what it was worth. Setting down his school bag by the door, he craned his ears. He could almost always hear his doom, whenever he came home from school, especially with recent changes in mind.
Shota had always liked this house. Even when his parents had first bought it, he'd been able to recognize just how nice it was; this house was the only one on the block to not be conjoined with the other buildings, even having the space to allow for a front yard. It was only more spaci