>>1180586You double check the hastily scrawled note in the center of your sweaty palm with a gulp. Getting through apartment security was fine enough, but the beating of your heart was starting to deafen you somewhat. You don’t exactly know how you did it: through either sheer charisma, or maybe luck, you were perched outside of the apartment of Cover’s very own dragon. And that wasn’t a fancy euphemism for the power she had, you meant that literally. Kiryu Coco of the fourth generation. What’s more is that this wasn’t a guerilla stalking mission finding fruit. No, this was much more intimidating; she had willfully invited you after you somehow caught her eye. You work as a janitor at Cover’s offices, so you get some in-the-same-room time with some of the idols as you work, trying very hard to make it clear that you aren’t listening to their small talk. You aren’t exactly sure why or how it happened, but you somehow found yourself on good terms with Coco, who would often stop to talk with you a bit if you happened to cross paths. Maybe it’s a language thing, you ponder.
She was always somewhat…intimidating, despite her friendliness. Despite being at least two inches shorter than you, she was still imposing. Though it’s not hard to tell why. The woman could fold you in half like a piece of paper, or worse, unleash some of that actual dragon power she has. And now she wants to invite you into her home. You shiver uncomfortably in the hallway, shakily lifting a hand up to the door and delivering three soft knocks. The gravity of the situation – that you’re actually about to enter the den of a dragon – hits you all at once. But as the locks on the other side of the heavy door begin to unlock, you understand that there’s no going back. It’s just hanging out with a friend, right? No pressure. No pressure…
The door is ripped open with no small amount of strength. Coco beams on the other end of the newly opened entryway.
“Well hEY there!” She cheerfully proclaims, trying her absolute best to not bring attention the fact her voice just cracked. Her face flushes red, indicating that she has failed in that, quite miserably. “Come on in, haha! It’s cold out there!”
As you parse the comment and realize you’re in the middle of May, Coco grasps your shoulder and tugs you inside with herculean strength, closing the door behind you. By the time you catch your balance, the doors have already been locked four times over. Huh. Coco stands before you, face still red as sweat begins rolling down her forehead. You quickly note a few beads of sweat glisten atop her heavy breasts – the window to her cleavage leaves little to the imagination – but avert your eyes out of respect. Her arms are tucked behind her back as she sways almost nervously, her heavy tail twitching just at the tip. The pleasant scent of honey wafts by you as she quickly becomes animated, attempting to break the silence settling in.
“S-So, did you find the place okay? You took a while to get here, I was starting to get worried. Were ya busy with something? Y’know, jackin’ off?”
“I- What?” You stammer.
“Nothing, haha! Just a joke, haha! I-I’m glad you got here safe! I…uh, I made dinner for us! Since, y’know, I was hungry and with you coming over I thought maybe you’d be hungry too, and…” She trails off, turning a shade darker as she avoids eye contact with you. Without warning, she moves past you, her heavy tail slamming into your thigh as it nearly knocks you over. “This way! It’s spaghetti!”
The dragon leads you to a small dining room, urging you to sit down on one of the chairs as you comply. She hurries off to the kitchen out of sight as you relax, decompressing a bit. This is weird. Not…unwelcome, but weird. You’re not as dense as the usual protagonist, though. Coco’s trying to impress you. Not like she needs to go through all the effort. You’d be a filthy liar if you wanted to imply that you weren’t interested in her. As you begin to ponder what exactly lead to this, Coco bounds back in carrying two plates of pasta.
“I hope you like Italian, because I—” She begins, but is cut off as her heavy tail slams into the door frame as she moves in haste. The wall visibly cracks as portraits of dragons past fall off and clatter to the ground after being dislodged, but most importantly, the impact causes Coco to stumble. Rather than fall gracefully, she all but flings the plates at you in a fastball style throw, the first one hitting you in the chest as the other gracefully soars overhead. Mercifully, she finally collapses on to the ground, face down in a heap. Neither of you moves or makes a noise.
Just what in the fuck did you agree to by coming here?
