With the way everyone looked, you would’ve thought this was a murder mystery—every single one of the Matsuno sextuplets looked miffed, the most serious they have ever been. Their gazes were filled with animosity as they glanced between one another, suspecting each other—no one was innocent. For such a serious response, one would expect something serious had occurred—though that couldn’t be farther from the truth. What had these sextuplets worked up? One of them had left a bite mark on your throat, out in the open, not even trying to hide it, and you wouldn’t say who—now they were trying to deduce which of them made a move on you. You sat amongst them, dumbfounded. “Whoever did it should just fess up,” Choromatsu reasoned, brows knitted. Jyushimatsu nodded in complete agreement, and the other boys each chimed in with their own agreeance, no one owning up to the act.