“Grmmmhm..”

He grumbled in anger, stabbing at a picture he drew himself. A messy drawing of a ginger haired person with glasses and a gakuen outfit.. The image started to look more messed up. While Poor you was just tied up against a chair, he so called you his treasure..? Forcing you to stay with him. He slowly put down his shiny knife before walking over and leaned down on you. Breathing down your neck, he leaned against you.

“Ggrghh.. Stop moving so much..”