When the Sun Stops Shining

Chapter Thirty-Five: What's Happening?

"A riot? Are you okay, Suga?"

Suga sighed. "Yes, Keishin. I'm fine. But I don't think you'll be able to visit me tomorrow. They usually don't allow visitation right after a riot happens. Well, unless Warden works his magic. I'll text you when I'm sure though."

Keishin groaned. "Damn. It's been a while since I last saw you..."

"Yeah. But at least I got my hands on a phone," Suga murmured, grinning to himself. It had cost him twelve packs of ramen and four chocolate bars (hopefully Tsukishima wouldn't notice that some of his chocolate had disappeared) but he'd gotten his hands on a pretty techy phone. Not one of those crappy flip phones, an actual phone. It even had the video call ability. However, Suga didn't want to use it until he'd had a chance to make himself look like he wasn't a zombie.

"Are you okay?"

"You already asked me that," Suga pointed out.

"I know. But... I'm worried."

"No. Not really," Suga admitted. "Kageyama's not talking to me. He got angry when I told him that I was talking to you. We had a fight, but we haven't talked since then. It's not just him. Everyone's been avoiding me lately."

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," Keishin eventually said. "If I wasn't in the picture, then..."

"No. I... I loved the both of you. I don't want to lose both of you, too." Suga took a deep breath. "Okay?"

"Alright. If you're sure."

***

When morning rolled by at last, any evidence of a riot had magically disappeared. Warden had burst into Kageyama's room along with the asshole C.O. Towada, demanding an explanation for the riot he'd induced. Then, they had spotted the orange-haired ace who was lying on a futon nearby. He was still fast asleep. They didn't say anything about it, although the warden raised an eyebrow at the whole ordeal.

"I did it because he underestimated me," Kageyama said, yawning into his cupped palm. "Tell your C.Os to remember who they're talking to next time."

"W—Warden!" Towada looked like he wanted to rip his hair out. Oh, and Kageyama's. Even though he'd only just woken up, Kageyama's hair was just as bone-straight as usual. There were no strands out of place.

"Towada. He's correct," the warden said through gritted teeth. "Although, Kageyama. You don't control the prison. You control the prisoners. There's a difference."

"Alright. I'll accept that," Kageyama said. "Now, tell him to get on his knees. And apologise."

"B—But! Warden!"

"I'm not afraid to start another riot. I know how much work you put into hiding these riots from the media, Warden." Kageyama smirked. "Now, on your knees. Like the dog you are."

"Kageyama," Warden said in his warning tone. "Don't get in over your head."

"No. He disrespected me. I want him on his knees, now."

The warden stood there for a few moments, letting out a deep sigh as his eyes looked over the room. Kageyama had been wise enough to keep his contraband out of plain sight. He didn't want his cigarettes to be taken. Again.

"Towada. Do what he says."

The dark-haired C.O. let out a choked gasp as he looked from the warden to Kageyama, who was smirking. He was being told what to do by a prisoner who was still in his pajamas. It all seemed like some sort of sick joke, except it was really happening.