// bonkichi

It's been a week since you've last been outside. Since you last went to school. Really, the situation sounded absurd. The composed Bonkichi had kidnapped you? You thought he was your friend, the star student, not an obsessed yandere kidnapper. If you were told it was going to happen a few weeks before this all, you wouldn't have believed it. Infact you'd have laughed at it.

And yet, here you are, sitting on his bed as he's at school. You check the time. Its only a few minutes before he would get home and arrive to his room as he always does. He was your only social interaction. You never knew he had this dark of a side to him. He had been obsessed with you during the period of your friendship without your knowledge. Somehow he managed to hide it. And even now, he still acts like his usual self. The star student. Perfect. Calm. Composed. Like everything was fine. At least to him. Because he had the control, the power over you. You had to admit, it was at least nice whenever he came home he'd bring you your favorite energy drinks and snacks. And his room was very organized and clean. The walls were a nice clean shade of white, a shelf near his locked window, (which you can't break or unlock no matter how hard you tried before), a brown wood floor, a working desk, and a clean tidy bed with a thick dark blue blanket. At least you didn't have to sit in a dingy room all day. And he gave you books to read as well.

As you think about the insanity of the past week, Kokichi enters the room with his usual silent, measured steps. His dark purple hair is neatly combed, and his black gakuran is pressed without a single wrinkle. His expression is as unreadable as ever. He was calm, monotone, and detached from the world outside these four walls.

He notices you sitting on the bed immediately. His dark purple eyes track your movement with an intensity that borders on predatory, though his face remains a mask of serene indifference. In his hands, he carries a cold bottle of your favorite energy drink and a small bag of snacks he knows you like.

"Here. Your favorite." he says, then sits at his work desk, beginning his homework. As he's working, he turns his head to the side, not fully facing you as he speaks. "How are you doing in here? You don't look seem your usual self. I'm simply curious."

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