It was the longest morning of Oikawa's life.
He stared at the ceiling for a few endless hours, quietly frustrated by the discomfort of his bed. Some of the other inmates in Cellblock One had returned from their morning showers. He heard them talking a few cells down, laughing while they played some sort of game.
Oikawa didn't entertain the idea of joining them. If he wasn't going to be in this Block for longer than one day, there was no point trying to mingle with his fellow inmates. He would just wait until he was reassigned, and then try not to get murdered.
Tendou returned a few minutes before noon to fetch him for lunch, and Oikawa was silently grateful. He likely could have found his way back to the cafeteria, but he didn't know what time the meal was served or who he was supposed to sit with. He assumed it was okay to stick with the Block One table for now, but he wasn't certain about anything.
After lunch, which progressed much the same as breakfast, Tendou and Semi wandered down a hallway Oikawa hadn't seen, and he trailed along after them.
They were about to branch into an adjacent corridor when Tendou turned and raised a brow at him. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Oikawa-kun, but I haven't seen Semi-Semi in over a year. I'd like to have some alone time with him. Maybe you can join in next time, okay?"
"What?"
Tendou nodded at Semi and made an obscene gesture, his face split by a grin.
Oikawa paled. "Oh. I didn't – I'm not-"
Tendou cackled and Semi jammed an elbow into his ribs.
"Shut up, Tendou. He'll tell the guards on us."
"Oikawa-kun won't tell anyone," said Tendou. He leered at Oikawa. "Right?"
"Right," said Oikawa, backing away. "I won't say anything to anyone."
"See, Semi-Semi?" said Tendou. He slid an arm across Semi's shoulders and steered him forward. "Later, Oikawa-kun."
Oikawa watched them go, stuck in place by a blend of surprise and confusion.
He'd heard stories about such things happening in prisons. Everyone had.
In the stories, though, it was never consensual.
A guard passed by the end of the hallway a few minutes later and Oikawa finally moved, following his path back toward the cafeteria.
At least, he thought that was the way he was going.
He ended up at a set of doors that led outside. After his initial surprise that they appeared to be unlocked, he realized it was the entrance to the fenced-in yard that he'd seen the night before. There were thick windows on either side of the doors and he stepped up to peer through.
The inmates beyond were clustered into small groups, and though he couldn't make out the numbers on their uniforms, he assumed they were sorted by Cellblock. Some of them sat in the grass, others at time-worn picnic tables shaded by the building's overhang. Several were on the basketball court and several more walked the circular trail that followed the shape of the high, barbed fence.
It looked nice. Peaceful, even. Oikawa thought about stepping outside, just to get a breath of the fresh air that he'd thought he would be denied for the next two years. But he saw no one from Block One through the window, and he was afraid that these men wouldn't want him there. He decided it was best to find his way back to his cell and wait for Tendou to come back.
He turned to do just that, but found a pair of strangers standing in his way, looking at him with identical grins.
Oikawa was immediately uneasy. He tried to step back, but the window was directly behind him. There was nowhere to retreat.
