Oikawa staggered to his feet and as far away from Iwaizumi as the cramped closet would allow. It wasn't far, and it was a wasted effort. It was too late. Anyone would have known exactly what they were doing.
"Captain Sawamura," said Oikawa. He looked to Iwaizumi, who appeared less panicked than Oikawa, and then back to the Captain, who stood with his thick arms folded across his chest. "It's not what it looks like."
It was a feeble excuse, and all of them knew it.
"You know," said Sawamura, "when you got booked in, I didn't think you would be trouble." His attention slid to the side. "And this is the last rule I thought I'd catch you breaking, Iwaizumi."
Iwaizumi's face didn't change, but his jaw clenched tight.
Dread filled the pit in Oikawa's stomach. He'd never thought he would get any points during his stay here, and he'd certainly never thought they would be for sexual conduct with a fellow inmate. This would go on his record. If anyone ever pulled his file, they would know that he'd been messing around with his cellmate in a broom closet.
It was humiliating, but a moment later he realized something worse.
This would go on Iwaizumi's record, too. He would have new points just in time for his parole hearing.
"He didn't break any rules," Oikawa blurted, reclaiming Sawamura's attention.
Sawamura raised a brow at him. "I'm not stupid, Oikawa. Want to try that again?"
"No, I'm serious." He tossed a fleeting look at Iwaizumi. "He didn't do anything wrong. I tricked him into coming in here with me. He tried to leave but I shoved him up against the wall and I was, uh... I was trying to force him into... into doing stuff."
Sawamura did not seem convinced, and Oikawa couldn't blame him. It was a weak story at best.
"He said no," said Oikawa, and he only felt that he was digging a deeper hole for himself. "He told me to back off but I didn't listen. This is my fault, captain. I'll take the points for it and I swear it won't happen again."
Iwaizumi scowled at him. "Oikawa, shut up."
"No, you shut up," Oikawa snapped back.
"I've done this job for years," said Sawamura. "Do you really think I'm going to go for that story?"
"Yes," said Oikawa, "because it's true."
Sawamura shook his head, but before he could argue, Oikawa continued.
"It's true, and that's what I'll tell the board, when Iwaizumi appeals whatever points you give him." Oikawa adjusted the hem of his shirt, painfully aware of the mess in his pants. "I'll tell them everything was my fault and I forced him into it, and that I told you exactly what happened and you still gave him points he didn't deserve. Maybe they'll listen to me and maybe they won't, but it's going to be a lot of unnecessary hassle for everyone. It would be easier for you to believe me."
Sawamura studied him long enough that Oikawa felt he'd be permanently pinned in place by the force of his stare. Eventually, after a long, tense silence, the captain said, "Iwaizumi, get back to your block. If you feel threatened by your cellmate, tell one of the guards and we'll reassign you."
Iwaizumi looked between the two of them, uncertain. When he stepped toward the door, the look he gave Oikawa was unreadable.
Sawamura waited until he was gone before addressing Oikawa. "You're full of shit. I know you're full of shit."
Oikawa swallowed thickly and waited.
Sawamura sighed. "I'm letting this go because of Iwaizumi, not you. I've never seen him touch another inmate, much less sneak off in a closet with anyone."
