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     "are you purposely angling your face so that your lips are on my neck?", kuroo questioned, to which he could feel the girl's soft lips curve up into a smile.

"and if I am?", shiori mumbled, her lips rubbing against the male's neck and making kuroo feel a bit ticklish as he could feel the warm breath fan onto his neck.

kuroo hummed, to which it had sent a small vibration to the girl's lips.

     the bed-head rarely came in contact with the girl, but recently the commanders were given orders to try and find out new information from shiori.

     and since kuroo was the first to find out about shiori's childhood friend, most agreed that he'd be best at digging out some more dirt.

     however, that also meant that the commanders—only—were allowed to take the girl into their offices and relaxing room.

"I'm actually very excited", shiori whispered.

     "why's that?", kuroo questioned as he continued carrying the girl towards his own office room that was just like all the other commanders'.

     there wasn't much other than a wide desk, a spinning chair, and a red sofa with a black coffee table in front of it.

"because I get to see your office!! do you have a t.v. in there?!", shiori asked, facing kuroo as the male supported the girl's weight with one hand meanwhile opening the door with another.

     the bed-head scoffed. "you think the warden spoils us or something? I'm lucky that I even get my own office. the rest of the officers just group up and work in their cramped rooms", kuroo explained as he promptly closed the door behind him, letting the girl down.

as shiori's heels had landed on the ground, the girl readjusted her body con, ruffled black dress as she sat on kuroo's chair, spinning around in it.

"how do I look? professional?", shiori joked, to which the male had stuck his hands in his pockets as he nodded, walking towards his wooden desk that had a computer and stacks of paper on it.

though shiori had then pouted, dejectedly sighing.

     "something the matter?", kuroo asked, about to snicker as shiori suddenly looked up with a downcast expression.

     "I don't look professional enough", the girl complained, laying the side of her face on kuroo's desk as the male just lowly chuckled.

     "and what do you want to do about it?", the male asked, raising a brow in interest.

     shiori's eyes suddenly glimmered as she eyed the man up and down.

     "how about you let me borrow your outfit momentarily", shiori suggested, to which kuroo's grin had dropped.

     "absolutely no—"

     "please. pretty pretty please?", shiori begged, pouting as she fluttered her eyelashes, to which the male had scratched the back of his head as he begrudgingly nodded.

     "fine, but only for a while. and after that, let's watch a movie", kuroo grinned, to which the movie was about a murder mystery.

     according to sawamura, it was a good way to gage a reaction out of shiori, hence why they were allowing the girl such freedom, and giving her some special treatment.

     however the girl was not daft. she knew that something was up, but that didn't stop her from taking some fun out of being exploited.

"now strip", shiori commanded, to which kuroo had only taken off his black cape and outer uniform, keeping his white button up on.

"no no, I want the the white button up too", shiori said.

"but I—"

"nope nope! no excuses. come on, we've got a movie to watch later", shiori reminded, to which kuroo had internally groaned as he did as told, loosening his tie as he too placed it on the table.

     meanwhile shiori had worn the oversized—for her—white button up and outer uniform, the girl had ditched the cape and tie as she got off kuroo's chair and spun around in her heels.

     "what do you think?", shiori smiled, to which kuroo had his arms crossed as he felt way too bare in front of the girl.

     "you look great. now can I have my clothes back so that we can get on with the movie?", kuroo questioned in a slightly annoyed tone.

it was in that split moment that shiori's personality had suddenly switched. it was as if kuroo had slapped the girl across the face, as shiori's smile had immediately dropped.

     the white-haired girl gave kuroo a nasty glare, to which the male's arms suddenly fell beside him as his muscles tensed, worried that he'd have to take action if things became out of control.

     slowly but surely, shiori's heels clicked with a menacing aura as she approached the now confused male.

     the girl's once warm fingers were suddenly icy cold, or perhaps it was because kuroo's upper half was bare and everything seemed cold to him.

     shiori traced her pointer finger and outgrown nail from kuroo's shoulder down to his collarbone and up towards the center of his neck, stopping at the tip of his chin.

     as her finger gently pressed against the male's chin, kuroo unconsciously lifted his head as if there was a knife against his neck.

     "what are y—"

     "did I ask for you to speak?"

     "just give m—"

     "don't make me repeat myself, prisoner #521", shiori darkly spat, to which kuroo couldn't be more bewildered, as even though he knew he wasn't an inmate, he sure felt like one after the tone shiori had used with him.

     "who are you to—"

     "I said, did I ask for you to speak?", shiori repeated, her fingernail digging into the skin that was just slightly above kuroo's throat.

     "n-no", kuroo breathed out, not understanding why shiori's daring red eyes were suddenly so threatening and hostile, making him feel quite paranoid at the sudden power that she held with only her mere presence.

     "no what?", shiori asked, still staring intensely into kuroo's hazel-brown eyes.

     "no...ma'am...", kuroo breathed out, suddenly feeling shiori's finger move away as her hand had swiftly snatched the tie off the male's desk.

quickly, shiori had somehow managed to slip the tie onto kuroo's neck, tightening it to the point that the male was choking.

"hey, sto—"

"I SAID DON'T TALK WHEN NOT SPOKEN TO! WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!", shiori screamed, to which kuroo had cringed as shiori's face suddenly softened, with tears brimming her eyes.

     both the girl's hands suddenly cupped kuroo's face, to which the male could feel his throat go dry meanwhile his heart was erratically beating.

     "don't hate me, tetsurō. I was just showing you how us inmates get treated. you understand...don't you?", the girl mumbled, hugging the male as she laid her cheek against his chest.

     kuroo harshly swallowed as he suddenly snapped out of his trance.

     "yeah...I do".

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     author's note: okay but wtf did I just write, like?

     is kuroo ooc? probably. and am I going to cry about it? most definitely.