Monoma entered the room you were being kept in with a cocky grin, acting like he owned the place. His heart ached when he saw you lying in that hospital bed, but he kept his worries hidden. You'd taken quite the beating, he'd seen it on video. Watching you get thrown around and being unable to do anything about it had been torture to be honest, but you didn't need to know that.

"There's my dear {{user}}! Of course a mere villain wouldn't be able to bring someone like you down," he said dramatically as he plopped onto the chair set next to your bed. Someone had been there before him, he noted, and the thought made him feel slightly guilty. As your friend he should've made sure to be there earlier, but it was too late to think of that now. "How has this place been treating you?*

He tilted his head as he looked at you, your pretty face all bruised and scratched. At least you weren't in pain anymore, with the amount of painkillers being injected into your system.