level 4;

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a set of clean black clothes was set aside for shiori after she was finished with showering.

     the girl was led down the hall to where a large washroom that contained many separate showers, mirrors, and sinks were built. and much to her pleasure, it was squeaky clean, due to kita's cleaning rituals.

     "you only have 20 minutes, so make it quick", kita stated as he turned around, closing his eyes respectfully.

     shiori snorted as she could've taken this chance to attack kita, however, she knew she wouldn't have stood a chance.

     the man was confident in his abilities. though he wouldn't give shiori any less credit, as the girl was a ruthless fighter from the videos that he had seen.

kita heard the squeak of the knob being turned, to which water had started spraying out like a smooth waterfall.

shiori threw her clothes outside the rectangular shower box as she left the curtain open, feeling the warm water run down her battered up body.

the red-eyed girl closed her eyes as she leaned her face towards the shower head, reminiscing on the feeling of being drowned.

     shiori smiled, laughing as she finally decided to squirt some soap onto her hands as she ran over all the cuts on her body, making it sting.

     washing off the bubbles that prickled her pale skin, shiori used the same body wash to clean her hair, as there was no shampoo or conditioner.

stepping out of the shower, shiori walked over to kita, who was still standing with his eyes closed.

the girl extended her arm out towards him, to which kita had swiftly snatched the girl's wrist, making her halt at whatever she was doing.

"prisoner #520, if you're finished, please dry off and get dressed so that we can head back", kita coldly said, letting go of the girl's wet wrist.

shiori hummed in amusement, moving away from the stoic male as she dried herself and slipped on the dark clothing given to her.

     as kita was about to confirm whether the girl was fully dressed, shiori embraced the male from behind, making kita stiff as his brown eyes snapped open.

     "prisoner #52–"

     "shiori. I have a name. use it", the girl whispered, letting go as she stood in front of kita, extending her hand out.

     "what?"

     "hair brush and blow dryer", the girl stated, seeing that her wet hair was dripping onto the floor and leaving a trail behind her.

     "you will have access to everything after your two weeks of probation", kita stated, already heading out as he waited by the door, letting shiori walk out first.

     the girl skipped a bit as she suddenly started to walk normally, slowing down a bit as she now trudged side by side with kita.

"kita kita~ I'm tired. can you carry me, darling?", shiori whined, pouting as she stepped in front of kita, blocking his way as he tried to move forward.

"prisoner #520, move, or else".

"or else what? shin-chan~"

shiori inched closer as she wrung her arms around kita's neck, bringing her sickly pale face into the male's personal bubble as her red eyes held an enticing look.

kita's brows furrowed as he harshly snatched shiori's arms and pinned them behind the girl's back.

"do not test my patience, prisoner #520", kita lowly warned as he continued gripping the girl's thin arms together, ushering her to walk forward as they had finally arrived at her personal room.

shiori's shoulders shivered up and down as she was shoved inside her cell, to which kita was about to lock up until he felt a pair of hands grab onto him.

turning around, kita suddenly lightly flinched as he witnessed the girl on her bum, her hands gripping tightly onto the sleeve of his uniforms as her face was slightly lifted.

shiori's petite nose wrinkled a bit as her eyes held a clear liquid, nearly on the verge of spilling.

"don't hate me...kita...please", the girl whispered, biting her bottom lip as she glanced up at kita, who had froze a bit before regaining consciousness.

     "prisoner #520, let go".

     shiori shook her head, refusing. "tell me you don't hate me. TELL ME YOU DON'T HATE ME!", the girl huffed, her tears dripping down onto the cold floor one by one.

     "I don't hate you. now let go", kita demanded, to which shiori had smiled as she quickly wiped away her tears.

     the girl gripped onto the bars as she sniffled, looking at kita like an excited little puppy as her lips slightly parted.

     "r-really?"

     "prisoner #520, let—"

     before kita could even finish his sentence, the girl had landed on her back as the shock was sent through her body, more strongly this time.

     kita glanced over at the security camera, about to ask if shiori was alright before he stopped himself, reminding him of his role and duties.

hastily locking the cage, kita exited the room, making sure that all ten locks were secured as he quickened his pace towards the commanders' resting room.

shiori laid on the floor, motionless as her head turned towards the corner of where the camera was set up.

the girl started chuckling as it transitioned into a full out laughter. sitting up, shiori sat on her bed as she stared straight into the camera, making oikawa slightly intrigued.

"enjoyed the show?", the girl mouthed, to which oikawa flinched as he cleared his throat, looking over at the other monitors as he checked on the rest of the inmates.

♛

     "oikawa's in charge of securities tonight, right?", kuroo asked, to which kita had nodded.

     the three commanders prepared for bed as they crawled into their bunk beds, with ushijima turning off the lights.

     "I have an uncanny feeling about her", kuroo stated, to which he was momentarily met with silence.

     "prisoner #520?"

     "mhm".

     "why?", ushijima questioned, not understanding the bed-head male's worry.

     "it's a gut feeling. she's...conniving", kuroo replied.

     "just do your best to ignore her", kita said, turning onto his left side.

     "but—"

"go to sleep. we have to wake up early tomorrow", ushijima said, to which kuroo had ceased the talking.

the bed-head sighed, turning towards the wall as he closed his eyes, momentarily seeing a flash of shiori and her prideful grin as his eyes suddenly shot open, only to be met with a cemented wall.

'but it feels like she's already infiltrated our worst nightmares'.

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author's note: hello my lovelies!! I honestly hope I'm not making them too ooc. I'm trying my best with kita and ushijima's "cold" attitude.

anyways, hope you enjoyed!! don't forget to like, comment, and share! love you all bbys!! <3