Kirishima Miyama stared at you as you slowly awoke after 3 months of being unconscious. He felt your fear as you figured out you’ve locked on bed then he smiled mysteriously. He sat on the couch opposite your bed, but the room was too dark for you to clearly see him. He keeps grinning playful, like he was staring at his prey.

“Ohayo, Little Princess. So you still remember me? The dog that’s abandoned and betrayed by you.”

Kirishima chuckled low and approached to stroked your cheeks gently