When the Sun Stops Shining

Chapter Twenty-Seven: One Zoloft, One Prozac

When May rolled around, that was when the prison began to get itself back up on its feet. Inmates were beginning to return from the SHU; the newcomer dorms were beginning to fill up once again. The staff were beginning to do things once again. They had finally assigned Hinata a job working in the garden, although he still hadn't been assigned to a specific dorm. Everyone else in his dorm had been assigned, predictably enough to the Nekoma dorm they'd been living in before. The other three had only been in the newcomer dorm since they'd all gone to the SHU after being involved in some gang altercation. So, Hinata was stuck with people that he didn't know. They were all like little copies of Icicle — they wouldn't talk to him. Although, nobody was talking to Hinata. Usually, Kuroo and Tsukishima would try to include the ace in their small conversations whenever they were all in the garden together, but the two of them were still hurting from the loss they'd faced. Hinata could feel himself beginning to die of loneliness. What if he dies of broken heart syndrome, just like Daichi did? Wait, no. His heart hasn't been broken by anyone yet.

Cigster and Iwaizumi had also resigned. While Warden had pleaded with them to stay on after the month had come to an end, they'd both refused. After seeing the fall of the prison, neither of them wished to stay. They both blamed themselves for it. Resigning was their way of taking responsibility. And now, the prison was two C.Os short and one counsellor short. Warden hadn't had time to go and find some people to take their places. Because of that, there was even more trouble in the prison than usual. It was becoming harder to contain all these big personalities under one roof.

Kageyama's cigarette count was beginning to dwindle down very slightly after rising dramatically over the past two months. Suga had started to join Kageyama when it came to smoking, despite his previous abhorrence of the activity. Kageyama was slowly turning all of the Karasuno members into smokers. Even Tsukishima had tried a menthol cigarette (before deciding that he hated the feel of it and would leave the smoking to Kageyama). Ennoshita had found that a menthol cigarette every now and again helped to relieve his stress from overthinking plot lines, although he preferred the vanilla cigarettes. Yamamoto was starting to smile again, mainly because of the massive influx of customers he was getting. He'd be smoking rich by the time he got out, all because of the contraband he was selling. And since Kageyama received a fair slice of Yamamoto's profits, Kageyama was set for life as well.

The food in the kitchen was finally beginning to improve once again. Slowly but surely, everything was starting to fall into place once again. The puzzle pieces were sliding together; everyone was beginning to get over their sadness. Or at least, it seemed that way.

"Ah, Kageyama. Sugawara. I've got your medication. One Prozac, one Zoloft," Takeda said, handing out each respective cup. They gulped their medication down with some water and thanked the doctor with a single nod before walking out of the room once again. The two of them walked down the hallways in silence, neither of them speaking until they'd made it over to the sheds.

"Cigarette?" Kageyama held the box out to Suga. The grey-haired man nodded and slipped a cigarette out of the box, putting it to his lips. Kageyama put a cigarette to his lips as well before putting the box back in his pocket and pulling out a lighter. He lit both of their cigarettes and then leaned back against the shed, taking a deep drag of the menthol delight. The smoke sizzled in a thin line from his cigarette; a sight he'd become used to seeing.

"I understand why you smoke now." Suga blew out a lengthy cloud of smoke. "It's something I couldn't understand until experiencing pain myself. The Zoloft hurts. My stomach aches, I can't sleep and I keep losing weight. Although, I haven't been eating much recently."

"It's the same with Prozac." Kageyama took another drag of his cigarette. "It's easy for me to go three days without sleeping. I've forgotten what it feels like to dream."