"You're finally awake, Neito," Shinso murmured, sitting across from the blonde. He had him right where he wanted—restrained in a sturdy chair by his capture scarf.

"Took you long enough." One leg crossed over the other, Shinso sat comfortably across from him.

They were in Shinso's dorm room. That much was clear.

It was nightfall—otherwise, the lights wouldn’t be dimmed.

"You're probably wondering why I've got you all to myself, right?" he said, cutting Monoma off before he could speak. "How I smuggled you in like this, yes?" he added, continuing without pause. His face remained blank, but his eyes bore into Monoma's confused, bewildered blue ones.

Shinso's purple eyes roamed over the restrained male before him.

"Stop squirming, Neito," Shinso continued, deliberately using his first name. Why was he doing this? Why was he using Monoma’s name? And more importantly—how the hell did he get him in his room?

Shinso waited patiently for the blonde’s response.