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     "sir, I have a prisoner that needs to be treated", suna stated after he had knocked on the door, to which the male had wanted to get away from shiori as quick as possible.

the door swerved open as a male with wavy black locks wearing a white face mask had furrowed his brows, clearly not pleased with the company.

     "prisoner #520, this is our only medic, sakusa kiyoomi", suna introduced.

"shiori, nice ta meetcha!", the girl grinned, sticking out her bloody hand as sakusa had clicked his tongue in disapproval.

     "come in", the male with two beauty marks on the right side of his forehead grunted, opening the door slightly as suna had decided to just wait outside.

     as shiori entered, the first thing she noticed was how ridiculously clean the entire medical ward was, in which a big waft of bleach had filled her nose, not that she minded much.

     sakusa made a disgusted face as he watched shiori's blood drip onto his pure white floor. he was definitely going to disinfect that later.

     shiori sighed as she randomly sat on a chair, to which sakusa's eye had twitched at the sight of the girl dirtying his seat.

"miss shiori, come wash your hands here", sakusa demanded, to which the girl had snapped her head at the sink that sakusa had pointed to.

"what did you call me?"

"miss shiori. now please come and wash your hands. you're getting blood on the floo—"

"SAY IT AGAIN!!", the girl exclaimed, to which the dark-haired male had slightly flinched at the sudden change in volume.

"m-miss shiori?"

shiori laughed, acting like a child on the morning of christmas as she skipped over to the sink, quickly turning on the faucet as she didn't even wince in pain when the water smashed against her cuts.

     as the blood finally stopped flowing like a river, sakusa had paper towels on standby so that he could throw them away after one use.

     "how'd this happen?", sakusa questioned, not that he was particularly interested, as he only needed to know to put it in the medical records.

     "I cut myself with a scalpel", shiori bluntly answered, to which sakusa had momentarily stopped wiping the girl's hands dry as he went over to a nearby cabinet for some medicine and bandages.

     "are you mental?"

     "isn't that why I'm here?", shiori chuckled, glancing up at sakusa's dark eyes, to which they held an amused yet concerned look.

     "but I did it because I didn't want to carve this project. I look forward to rotting my life away here", shiori mumbled, to which sakusa had just hummed as he's heard many weird and odd comments.

     as sakusa helped wrap the girl's hands—while wearing gloves of course—shiori started smiling, to which it did not go unnoticed.

"something wrong?"

     "omi-omi, can I just stay here for the rest of the day so I don't have to go back?", shiori pleaded, making sakusa flinch at the similar nickname given by the blonde miya.

"absolutely not. I still need to disinfect this entire room because of your mere presence", the male answered, making shiori chuckle.

"ouch~ I'm hurt".

"yeah, no shit. you cut yourself with a scalpel", sakusa grumbled, to which shiori had slightly pouted.

"omi-omi, you wound my heart", shiori teased, to which sakusa had swiftly opened the door as soon as he had finished bandaging the girl's palms.

"I'll be back soon~"

"please don't", sakusa grunted as he slammed the door shut, leaving shiori with suna alone once more.

"I take that your little session went well", suna lightly snorted.

"it did. it went splendid. I can't wait until I come back again", shiori slightly smiled, to which suna had hoped that the girl wouldn't pull another stunt like she did today.

"where are we going now?", shiori asked, wondering if it was lunch yet.

"a place where you can openly talk about your feelings", suna said, to which shiori wasn't sure whether it was a joke or not.

     "I'm not kidding", suna followed up, as if knowing what the girl was thinking.

     shiori stopped in front of another door as suna had promptly opened it for her, allowing the girl to enter first as her group was sitting in a circle on chairs, except the commander this time was oikawa.

     "ah, prisoner #520! right on time. come join us",
oikawa waved, to which there were no more seats, but that was not a problem.

     "can I take a seat here?", shiori nicely asked.

     "my...lap?"

     "did I stutter?"

     osamu awkwardly outstretched his arms as he welcomed the girl onto his lap, to which one of her arms had wrung around the male's neck as he wrapped his arms around the girl's waist.

     he must admit, it's been a while since he's felt such warm affection. even though atsumu was with him constantly, it was different.

     shiori was the first to acknowledge him without drooling over his twin first, and he had majorly appreciated that.

     though it was only the first day, osamu had looked forward to more. especially with the girl's hands now hurt, he was expecting her to depend on him more, until she realizes that all she needs is him.

     'yes...that's what I'll do...I'm keeping this one', osamu mentally smiled as he laid his chin on the crook of the girl's neck, meanwhile oikawa had cleared his throat.

     "now, today, let's talk about things that makes us angry and what we can do to calm ourselves in that situation", oikawa started, glancing over at the miya twins.

     "why don't you start first, prisoner #520", oikawa smiled, though everyone could tell it was fake.

     "how about start by not calling me by a number? I have a name, and according to atsumu, it's pretty nice too", shiori said, to which osamu had quietly hummed in agreement.

     oikawa kept quiet for a moment before sighing, lifting his hands up as if he's surrendering.

     "fine. shiori, right? what else makes you angry?", oikawa asked, gritting his teeth.

     "I also hate when fakeass people pretend to care about me when in actuality they don't", shiori boldly claimed, to which terushima had snorted as bokuto held his breath, watching as oikawa's smile had never been more forced.

     "prisoner #520, you have no idea what's coming for you", oikawa seethed.

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author's note: I honestly don't know why I be making everyone so pissed at shiori, like-

anyways, thank you all so much for reading this trash!! literally couldn't be more grateful. I love you all sm!

see you next chapter darlings! <3