Karasuno's 12

Reunion

It was just like any other day in the prison-cold, dark, guards making a fuss-but Daichi couldn't care less. It didn't matter that his cellmate had been yelling all night at some other guy, it didn't matter that the cop who escorted him in the mornings always came at the crack of dawn, and banged his baton on the cell bars. None of that mattered to him anymore.

Because he was getting out.

After five long years in that stinkin' prison, he was going to get out.

He had to bite down a smile as he walked over to the single chair in the dimly lit room. The parole officers might suspect something if Daichi showed any signs that he wasn't remorseful about his previous crimes. He was a professional, he wasn't going to let one wary emotion mess up his chances for release.

"Good morning," the woman in front of him greeted as Daichi took a seat in the chair.

"Morning," Daichi acknowledged with a nod, clasping his hands together.

The lady brought out some files and a recording device from her bag. Her watchful eyes didn't leave Daichi until she looked down at the device and pressed 'record'.

"Please state your name for the record," she asked, clicking a pen.

"Daichi Sawamura," Daichi answered simply.

She gave a strained smile and a short nod, "Thank you." She jotted a few quick things down before looking back up at Daichi. "Sawamura-san, the purpose of this hearing is to determine whether, if released, you are likely to break the law again."

Daichi raised an eyebrow.

"While this was your first conviction," she started again, pulling out a paper from the file and glancing over it, "you have been implicated," she paused, "though never charged in over a dozen other confidence schemes and frauds." She looked past her glasses and the file papers at Daichi, a disapproving frown on her face that reminded Daichi too much of his mother.

There was another pause before she lowered the paper and leaned forward a bit in her chair, "What can you tell us about this?"

Daichi waited, licking his lips before shifting around and taking a breath, "Well, as you say, sama, I was never charged." He opened up his hands, palms up, and smiled.

The man next to the interviewer sighed and shook his head, "Sawamura-san, what we're trying to find out is was there a reason why you chose to commit this crime? Or was there a reason you simply got caught this time?"

Daichi's smile fell a little as he recalled the details. A Cheshire cat grin and rooster-like hair appeared unwelcome into his memory. A loose tongue and a desire to climb ever higher on the social ladder is what got him into jail in the first place. That bastard.

"Well," Daichi started, staring at the lady's shoes to get the hyena-like laugher out of his head, "I was young, I had some money, I wanted to prove myself to the people I was hanging around." He blinked a few times before looking back up at the two interviewers. "A bad group of people. I now realize my mistakes," he added.

The woman nodded slowly, but the man didn't look too convinced. Daichi shrugged, "You know, testosterone." He glanced at the guy before leaning back in his chair with a small smirk.

The man seemed to understand because he stopped looking at Daichi and turned to the lady instead. In the meantime, she was putting the papers back into the manila folder,

"If released, is it likely you'll do the same thing again?"

"Please, I've grown and matured in my five years here," Daichi chuckled drily. "I won't do something like that just for kicks if it means more time here." He motioned around the musty room with his hands.