HyperDriveShark

"Tohru..." Kobayashi stared at the plate of food before her with an expression filled with suspicion. It was dinner time in the Kobayashi household. Her dragon-horned, twin-tailed maid stood over her with a cheerful smile as Kobayashi's bispecled gaze drifted up to her. Tohru simply tilted her head obliviously. The pale redhead's brow furrowed; Tohru was acting. "Remember that talk we had back when we started living together? I don't eat dragon meat. Especially not your dragon meat." She pointed her chopsticks at the meal in front of her. It looked like beef curry with fluffy white rice; a Japanese staple. Tohru had gotten a knack for cookin

[Heads up: gross toilet stuff coming up. Don't like, don't read!] “I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Mrs. Kuroki mumbled as she looked through her luggage once more. “What if she forgets to take out the trash? Or forgets to lock the door at night? She could invite random people in our home for some outlandish party!” Mr. Kuroki chuckled at his wife’s constant worrying, smiling at the thought of their own daughter bringing down the house. “We are talking about the same Tomoko here, right? The one who gets worked up any time she has to make a phone call.” She pouted as she continued. R