level 10;

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"your job is to craft something that represents what you want to do after you leave here. you have two days to complete the project. happy working", kita said in a stoic tone as almost everyone had gotten started.

"psst!! hey! I'm bokuto kōtarō, #48. what's your name?", the boy who's hair was white-gray accompanied with black streaks, asked.

not only were his golden eyes beaming with positivity, but his entire face lit up at the sight of a newcomer.

     shiori could tell that he was a bit of an airhead.

     "shiori", the girl responded with a small smile.

     "wow! what a nice name. is it your first or last, or only?"

     "I guess...my first and only name", shiori mumbled, glancing at the others who had already picked up their tools and started chipping away at the block of wood.

     "well anyways, if you ever need any help, don't hesitate to ask! the one over there, #474, is daishō suguru. he looks a bit like a snake but I promise he's actually kind of nice. and the other blonde one over there is #471, terushima yūji", bokuto pointed out.

     "hm? yūji's actually pretty hot", the girl stated, to which even though everyone was working away, all had heard the girl clearly.

     but shiori had no damn shame.

"why thank you", the blonde smirked as he turned around from his table that he shared with daishō and atsumu.

shiori lightly chuckled as she felt osamu stare at her, to which the girl had turned her face towards him, acting innocent.

"something wrong, 'samu?"

the gray-haired twitched at his nickname that only atsumu was allowed to use.

     "I thought ya said ya liked me", osamu boldly stated, having no shame either, as he was genuinely confused.

     "hm? I do. I really like your face too", shiori smiled, smoothly gliding her right hand into osamu's left.

"tch! we have the same face dimwit. does that mean ya like mine too?", atsumu grinned, to which shiori just sighed, only looking at osamu.

"I really like your calmness", shiori stated, to which atsumu just clicked his tongue as he plotted for some revenge.

"hm".

osamu simply hummed as he held the girl's soft hand, feeling the warmness as he wondered if this was what it was like when atsumu went out on dates.

     "as much as I like holding yer hand, I need it to carve out an onigiri", osamu stated, to which he had begrudgingly let go.

     "oh well~", shiori sang as she started wondering what she would carve.

     'what do I want to do after I leave here? I doubt they even plan on letting me go, but I could...if I wanted to...'

     "shin-chan~ are we allowed to keep our little project after we're finished with it?", shiori asked, to which a few had snickered at the commander's nickname.

     "please refrain from calling me that, prisoner #520, and regarding your question, I'm not sure why you'd want to keep it, but sure".

     "huh? you didn't mind when we were alone and showering", shiori innocently said, to which shirabu and suna rintarō—another one of the officers that has not yet met shiori—had nearly choked on their spit.

bokuto glanced up in confusion as terushima had whistled, grinning meanwhile daishō was even more baffled by the girl's boldness.

kita ever so slightly furrowed his brows as he defended himself.

"you're twisting your words prisoner #520. count this as a warning, as we still haven't decided on your punishment for assaulting officer goshiki", kita stated.

"punishment? why should I be punished for something that he enjoyed?", shiori asked, to which terushima had started busting out into laughter, meanwhile atsumu had raised a brow at just how much the girl had seemed like she wanted to die.

"kissing someone without their consent isn't ethical".

"well pleasure cannot be measured with morales, commander".

     before kita could rebut, shirabu had cleared his throat.

     "commander, I think it's about time we end class", shirabu mumbled, to which suna was glad that he had brought his phone and recorded the interaction today.

kita softly sighed. "we'll clean up in five minutes time, and prisoner #520, you're behind. if you cannot finish the project by the end of tomorrow, your punishment will be to run laps around the field".

shiori hummed as she suddenly snatched the sharp tool out from osamu's hand, slicing two slits down her palms as she dropped the scalpel.

"I cannot carve because my hands are hurt", shiori bluntly stated, showing them to kita as he didn't know whether to be concerned or angered.

"a-ARE YOU CRAZY?!", bokuto shouted, panicking as the male started tearing up, much to shiori's surprise.

"oho~ batshit crazy. I like it!", terushima chuckled, running his hand through his hair as atsumu just snorted.

"why're you like this?", osamu questioned, to which shiori had just smiled.

     "like what?"

     osamu wasn't sure what to say. 'a lunatic? masochist? demented?'

     "suna, take her to the infirmary", kita commanded, to which shiori had slightly pouted that it wasn't kita personally, but whatever.

standing up, shiori quickly left as shirabu had called in akaashi to calm bokuto down, as the boy would sometimes breakout in small panic attacks.

trudging down the hall beside the dark brown-haired boy, who's middle-parted hair and grayish-yellow eyes had narrowed at shiori, suna was quite wary of her, not know what she'd pull next.

"rin is it? what a nice tone to it. you know...you're like...the love child of kenma and keiji!", shiori laughed, to which suna did not find it humorous.

"say, why're you slouching? it's not good for your back. that's what father used to say...", shiori mumbled, her voice sounding a bit distant as suna just glanced at her.

     "what else did your father used to say?", suna questioned, wondering if he could dig even deeper, as he had started recording their conversation since he stepped out of the room.

     shiori halted, making suna follow suit. the girl then slowly inched closer to him, to the point that suna could feel shiori's breath hit the side of his neck, even though his uniform had collars.

"I wouldn't know because I killed him before he could say any more bullshit".

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author's note: yesss!! suna finally made an appearance! also bokuto's so precious I just can't imagine him killing someone like-

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