Said Dokuro-chan after she released my throat from her vice-grip, as she turned to look at me with tear-filled eyes. "Why does Sakura-kun have to do his homework?" In fact, it was so passionate, it was sometimes lethal. You see, Dokuro-chan's love for me was always very passionate. "A-A-Ahhhhhhhhh! Dokuro-chan! Don't grip my neck like that! You're gonna crush my windpipe! Mom, help me! I'm about to be strangled to death by Dokuro-chan!!" "Eh~~ Home~ work~? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~" It's obvious, isn't it? I'm trying to do my homework." Her love for me was always very passionate. The table was sprawled full with books.Īsked Dokuro-chan with her angelic voice, as she suddenly cuddled me from behind. I was sitting in the television room next to the kitchen, trying my best to finish up my homework before dinner. The smell of my mother (age 38 this year) cooking curry drifted into the room. The story? A boy (me) and an angel (Dokuro-chan), sitting together in a room covered with Tatami mats. The place? A random house located in Japan.
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