When the Sun Stops Shining

Chapter Four: Chibi-Chan in the Can

"Chibi-chan!" Oikawa's eyes lit up in joy when the orange-haired man walked in. He was speaking as if he knew the man personally, although Hinata had never met a man named Oikawa in his entire life.

"The name's Hinata."

"Chibi-chan," Oikawa repeated, folding his arms stubbornly.

"Hi. Na. Ta."

"Chi. Bi. Chan."

"Grr," Hinata said, kicking over a chair in his frustration. He wasn't even that frustrated, but the man sitting in front of him was very annoying indeed. Hinata was beginning to understand why Suga wasn't very fond of him. He had this air of superiority about him and he seemed to lack respect for people. In fact, he hadn't even bothered to ask Hinata any questions. He was too focused on giving him that stupid nickname.

"Shrimp don't growl."

"I never knew buttholes could talk," Hinata muttered.

"Butthole? I was expecting stronger language than that from... hmm, let's see..." He grabbed a file from in front of him and opened it to a random page, pretending to read it (even though Hinata could see that it was clearly blank) before closing it again. "One of the most prominent members of Wakunan Gang. Accomplice in armed robbery, huh? I'm not surprised you got caught, considering that bright hair. Is it dyed?"

"No. It's not."

"Well, chibi-chan, I'm here if you ever want to talk about your feelings and worries. And if anyone's bullying you, tell me." Oikawa stood up, grabbed a remote and pressed a button. A spotlight shone on him, allowing him to tilt his head up in all his glory as the blinds rolled down on their own. The focus was on him. "I'm Oikawa Tooru, the saviour of Fukurodani Penitentiary. Everyone loves me, in case you haven't noticed. I won't blame you if you love me too." He even pouted and twirled around in the spotlight. "Last year, I won a modelling competition. First place. I got one-thousand yen!" Hinata couldn't help but notice that Oikawa did have a nice body. His jaw was sharp and defined, he had quite thick-looking thighs and his short-sleeved shirt displayed his muscular arms. However, the personality was a deal-breaker.

"A modelling competition for what, Halloween?" Oikawa gasped at Hinata's roast. His finger on the remote slipped. He pressed a wrong button. All of a sudden, romantic music began to play out, the kind of music you'd hear when a sex scene comes up on TV. The room was even beginning to light up with rose-coloured lights, 'setting the mood'. Oikawa was scrambling at his remote, trying to get it to turn off, but it seemed to be malfunctioning.

"This—this isn't for you," Oikawa insisted, still pressing furiously at the remote. "It's for Iwa-chan. He doesn't love me yet, but he will."

"I'm going to go..." Hinata said, slowly walking out of the room. Oikawa seemed to be a lot of things. Professional wasn't one of them. Hinata already knew that he definitely wouldn't be going to Oikawa for anything. He seemed about as useful as a bucket with a hole in it. A narcissistic, overly dramatic bucket.

When Hinata stepped outside of the room, Suga was there waiting for him.

"So, what did you think?"

"People here are weird..." All Hinata could think about was how Oikawa had managed to configure the remote to do all of those fancy things.

"Well, it's prison. Expect to find more weird people." Suga grabbed Hinata by the arm and pulled him along. There were some inmates standing about in the corridors, although they didn't seem too bothered about the presence of a new inmate (much to Hinata's relief).