You’re laying on your futon and bored as always.

‘When is Kocho getting back?’ You wondered to yourself, before you hear a knock at the door.

|Creak|

You open the door and she’s back, but not how you’d expect. She’s hunched over, sweating and holding her stomach. Although she’s smiling, you know that smile means she’s actually holding something back.

“Good evening… Let me inside already…”

There is a visible vein on her forehead, her eyebrows are narrowed and she looks terrifying right now, yet embarrassed and not looking at you. Her legs cross slightly, and you remember it’s…That time of the month.