level 25;

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     "why are you brushing your teeth in the middle of the day?", sakusa asked as he stared at the girl, who was hovering over the sink, brushing away.

     "because...today's my last...day here", shiori answered as she spat out the toothpaste and washed her mouth out with a glass of water.

"so?"

the wavy-haired male raised a brow in suspicion as he knew akaashi was standing on the other side of the door, waiting to take the girl to class.

     even though shiori wasn't fond of kita, oikawa, and ushijima's classes, she liked kuroo's because it was math and writing.

as the girl wiped her mouth with a one use towel, the girl threw it away as she smiled her pearly whites at sakusa, who had stood up to help the girl to the door.

"will you miss me?", shiori asked.

"absolutely not", sakusa bluntly replied. "you've been bothering me for quite a while now. it's about time you leave".

the white-haired girl chuckled.

     "can I at least get a hug before I leave?", shiori asked, to which sakusa's brows had furrowed as he made a face of disgust.

     "fine~ then can you at least let me see your hand please?", the girl pleaded, to which the dark-haired male had hesitantly gave his gloved hand to shiori, who gently held it as if it were a glass heart.

     though before sakusa could protest, shiori had peeled away the white glove, exposing sakusa's soft hand as she brought his hand up to her lips.

sakusa lightly flinched as he felt the warm contact of shiori's supposed clean lips—because she had brushed her teeth—pressed gently on his skin.

"w-what are you doing?!", sakusa scowled as he suddenly snatched his hand away from the girl, getting a new glove as shiori had opened the door halfway.

"until next time, omi-omi~", shiori smiled as she swiftly left, to which sakusa felt his heartbeat quicken as he had worried that he had contracted a disease.

"fucking hell".

akaashi extended his arm out for shiori to take as the girl latched on, stabling herself.

"do you want to head to class right now?", akaashi asked.

     "well where else would I go?"

     "I thought that you might've wanted to change out of the medical gown since it's been a while since you've worn your own clothes", akaashi stated, truly having no other intentions.

     shiori hummed in amusement. "is that it?", the girl asked.

     "yes. so would you like to go to your cell?"

     the girl sighed. "I suppose so. would you mind helping me pick out an outfit then?"

"I'm not sure if I'm really cut out to—"

"oh come on keiji~ it's just a little request", shiori cooed, to which akaashi had sighed as he nodded, opening the girl's cage as shiori had a chest full of clothes that she had demanded sawamura to buy her from the first and last interrogation.

     as shiori kneeled on the floor, the girl flipped through the many pieces of clothing, meanwhile akaashi just loomed over the huge wooden chest, unsure of why it was taking the girl so long to pick something.

"say keiji, what's your favorite color?", shiori asked as she resulted to sitting on the floor, tired.

     "I'm not sure...maybe blue?", akaashi answered, wishing that the girl would hurry up a bit.

shiori then nodded as she had found something. standing up, the girl immediately started stripping as akaashi hastily turned around, clearing his throat in the process.

"please alert me for when you're about to change", akaashi said as he heard shiori drop the gown onto the floor.

after all, sakusa wouldn't have wanted it back anyways.

akaashi waited as he then heard shiori walk over to him as her thin heels clicked with each step she took.

"you can turn around now, pretty boy", shiori smiled as she messily braided her unruly hair to the side.

akaashi did as told as his gunmetal-colored eyes slightly fluttered open a bit wider than usual as he took in how normal and elegant the girl had looked with her nude colored heels and short-sleeved, bow-front, mini a-line dress that was in the color of baby blue.

"stare any longer and I might be under the impression that you like what you see", shiori teased as she promptly walked out of the cage, with akaashi following a feet or two behind.

"this isn't the way to commander kuroo's classroom", akaashi informed.

"I know", shiori replied as she pushed through the door, revealing a warm sun, who's rays were waving down at the duo as they entered the field.

shiori took a seat beneath the shading tree that was a bit thin, but nevertheless, did its job.

"come sit", shiori said, patting the space beside her as akaashi begrudgingly did so, leaning against the trunk of the tree as his shoulder touched with shiori's.

"I thought you wanted to go to class", akaashi said.

"tell me, keiji, have you ever relaxed before? you and the others look like robots all the time. isn't it tiring to consistently keep your face so stiff?", shiori asked, picking at one of the many clovers that were growing near the tree.

     "it's our duty to maintain calm and collected at all times, no matter the situation", akaashi stated.

     shiori snorted. "what an automated response. did the warden teach you to say that?"

     akaashi stayed silent as he just observed the girl, who was twirling the stem of the clover with her thumb and pointer finger.

     "what brought you here, keiji?"

     "a plane", akaashi honestly answered, to which shiori had to actually look at the male to see if he was being serious, to which he was, and that made her laugh.

     "so honest. I can appreciate that", shiori smiled as she pinched akaashi's cheek, to which the male was not amused in the slightest.

"please let go".

"smile for me", shiori demanded.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that on command", akaashi said, to which shiori had let go of the male's face.

"then tell me. what can I do to make you smile, akaashi keiji?"

the male hesitated, not sure what made him happy, as he's been working here since as long as he could remember. this was his dream, and he reached it. he never asked for a raise or a promotion for a position because he was content.

"I'm not sure", he answered, to which shiori's smile had widened as she let out a huff of air, her peppermint breath hitting the male's neck.

"that's a bit pitiful don't you think? a full grown man that doesn't know what makes him happy. what're you living for, keiji?"

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author's note: setters are the prettiest and no one can change my mind.

but anyways, I realized that honestly, a lot of the characters share the same "stoic, quiet, analytical" personality w/ maybe some minor differences, and it's gets lowkey hard to write when they're all ALMOST the same.

however, I love akaashi + the rest so it's like okay ig...tee hee <3