level 12;

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"what are you gonna do? starve me? lock me up for a few days, a few weeks? electrocute me?", shiori questioned, clearly not taking the matter at hand seriously.

     sawamura had decided to take another route, as the girl clearly wasn't affected by pain since he had heard that shiori had willingly cut her own palms to avoid the carving project.

     "let's strike a deal", the brown-haired male said, to which shiori was immediately intrigued.

"oh? that's weird...you don't seem like the one to usually compromise, daichi~"

quietly sighing, sawamura stared straight in shiori's ruby red eyes.

"let's talk about chitos—"

"no".

"why no—"

"I said no", shiori repeated, more harshly this time.

"hear me out first. if you disclose your relationship with her, I'll give you a benefit to your desires, as long as it's not too excessive".

     perhaps sawamura shouldn't have said that, but the man needed to hook shiori onto the deal, as once he finds out who chitose is, he should be able to figure out the rest of the girl's childhood.

     though shiori was sentenced to life, that didn't mean that they shouldn't try to help the girl realize her wrongs and try to guide her back onto the right mindset.

     after all, prison was a place for one to calm the mind; it was a place for reflection.

     "anything?"

     "well...certain things. I need to hear what is it that you'd like first", sawamura stated.

     shiori hummed, as if truly thinking about what she desired.

"since I'm so kind, I'll give you two options. are you interested?!", shiori excitedly asked, her mood changing as quick as the direction of the wind.

sawamura glanced over at sugawara, who was responsible for typing out everything that's said in the room.

the gray-haired male gave the warden an affirmative nod as sawamura turned back to shiori, who was humming happily as she glanced up with a mischievous look.

     "let's hear it".

     "one: you let me sleep with anyone I please for the night. ever since that nightmare, I haven't gotten a good night's rest, and having someone beside me will make me feel more calm.

     two: you let me have the freedom to roam around this prison. you have a tracker on this choker anyways, so you'll always know where I'm going.

     well? how about it? which one would you prefer?", shiori smiled.

     sawamura clenched his fists. "absolutely not! none of them would suffice. for the safety of others, I cannot allow either of them!"

     "then I suppose you'll never know of chitose. oh, what a pity", the girl chuckled, whistling as sawamura's brows furrowed.

     the male sat there for a few minutes as he debated whether it was truly worth it or not, and shiori sensed his hesitance.

     "is there anything else...that you want?"

     shiori sighed, leaning her face against her arms that were flat on the table.

     "well...I suppose there is..."

     "what is it?"

     shiori leaned across the table, practically crawling over to sawamura as her breath hit the male's ear, whispering her wants as she also revealed her childhood friend's full name.

     "skuno chitose".

♛

     "am I dreaming or am I dreaming?", tendō asked azumane, who had nearly dropped the plate of bacon and eggs.

"is that...commander ushijima carrying shiori?", azumane questioned.

everyone was wondering the same thing as the olive-haired male carried the thin girl who had on a black leotard with sleeves, dark navy blue fishnets, and matching heels.

     not only were the girl's clothes brand new, but so was the new lipgloss that had been applied and the black hair clips that had accentuated shiori's bleach white hair.

     shiori winked at terushima as he whistled while ushijima carried her to the front of the cafeteria, where azumane already had her breakfast prepared.

     "huh? what's the occasion, shiori?", tendō asked as he placed a small plate of lemon tart on her tray, which was also served to everyone else of course.

     "occasion?" shiori chuckled. "I suppose the celebration of getting my style back. after all, wearing the same white and black shirt and pants don't really flatter me much", the girl grinned as she walked off.

     "didn't take you to be the prince charming type, wakatoshi-kun", tendō teased.

     "I'm not. warden made me", ushijima bluntly clarified.

     "oh? now that's even more weird! I wonder what she does next", tendō hummed as ushijima had left to go stand in the corner, observing along with the other officers who were also shell shocked.

shiori took a seat beside osamu once more, as she had decided to sit with him until he does something that displeases her.

"well? like my new fit?", shiori asked, to which atsumu just fake gagged, though he internally admitted to himself that the girl did look hot.

osamu nodded, glancing at the girl's sparkling studs as he suddenly noticed that the girl's choker was gone, replaced with another.

shiori had requested to move the tracker and shocker to her wrist, as it was also less bulky and was easier to blend in.

"do you like it?", shiori grinned, to which osamu wasn't sure how to feel about his first name in metal letters, dangling from the chain that accented the girl's dainty neck.

"had it customized just for you", shiori whispered, to which osamu had felt his cheeks burn as he could feel himself becoming flustered, which was quite the foreign feeling.

     "can ya just shut up and eat? I'm getting sick from just watching you two flirt!"

     "then feed me. my hands are hurt and I can't do much anyways", shiori smirked, opening her mouth as she awaited for atsumu to take action.

     the blonde clicked his tongue as he's never met a girl with so little dignity. huffing, atsumu was about to harshly shove a spoonful of scrambled eggs into the girl's mouth before shiori suddenly leaned back, closing her mouth meanwhile the eggs had dropped onto the table.

     "oops! guess it's better to have 'samu feed me", the girl smiled as she turned to the gray-haired twin, to which he had snorted at atsumu's face of disbelief.

     'the audacity of this bitch!'

     "ahh~"

     "is it good?", osamu asked, to which shiori had quickly nodded meanwhile her eyes drifted towards atsumu, who was fuming.

     the corners of her mouth lifted as her bloody red eyes had said it all.

     'challenge me', they dared.

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     author's note: spicy spicy!! literally, I think my osamu simp side is showing, like-

     anyways, I don't know why, but pissing atsumu off is so entertaining for me to write. lowkey, terushima be a hype man over there and we stan.

     so if you liked this chapter, which I hope you did, I'll see you soon loves!! thank you for your limited time, babe! <3