Nanbaka bf scenarios

You meet

Building No.13

Hajime: Rock, Nico, Uno, Jyugo,

Rock: No.69

You grumbled as you walked closely by your supervisor, your face couldnt have been more disgusted. Your guard was worse today than yesterday. He had always had an interest in messing with you to mold into an image. He had recently messed with your look, as far as dying your hair to match his. You hadn't had a more cruel guard in your imprisonment than him. He sat across from you as you at your small meal, his smirk making your stomach churn. He was always thinking of something to change you, often your hair to making you go outside more often to match his skin tone. Often times you asked just why he changed you to his likeness. He replied as it 'a form of entertainment'. Your hair had been dyed to match his black to white ombre hair. You felt often rough by standing in the sun working or put to training till night, and gave you green contacts to match his eyes. Your skin rough as it would crack and peel, rarely getting some sort of medicating liquid or ointment for your face, shoulders, arms and legs. You tried to blow away the black strands in your face, seeing as he refused to let it get cut. As you ate your plate with his creepy green eyes, your averted yours to elsewhere. You looked at the other inmates from other buildings, eating in groups unlike you who had no roommates or anyone in your building. During your time, you saw a group of inmate walk by, probably going to their cells. They didn't seem to notice you, until you were being moved by your own gaurd. "Lets go," he said with a raspy chuckle. As you walked by them, you met a gaze with someone who seemed confused. He looked over his shoulder to you, your eyes fairly little narrowing to see his. "Rock, come on!" They called to him. He ran off to catch up, leaving you to your own devices with your tormenting guard.

Nico: No.25

Recently you had fallen I'll, your weak immune system to blame. Often you blamed your mother who gave it to your at birth, now suffering once more. Feeling similar to death, your shivered under the covers from the bottom half down. You burned up at your upper half, breathing heavy with a spiraling stomach ache. Sleeping off the pain, you breathed slow and calmly. As you turned over, you were disturbed by a loud sound. Paying no mind, you closed your eyes. "Grrr...Uno, don't be so loud!" Someone yelled. You heard another yell back, "Look who's talking, you're being way more loud!" As they kept back and forth, you had enough and sat up. "Argh, this is too mu-hmph!" You slammed a hand over your mouth, your stomach gurgling as you felt light headed. The burning feeling of needed to vomit filled your body, your eyes watering and shutting closed. "Ahh? Who's over there?" As you heard the guard talk about you, you took a deep breath and opened your eyes. They opened wide in a quick manner, your eyes looking into a red pair. It was a boy with green hair and dark skin. He was bandaged around his throat, making you believe he was injured. Instead he popped a random smile and closed his eyes as he tilts his head. "Ahh- I haven't seen a real girl so close! You're mu- euh? Uh...are you ok?" He asked. You closed your eyes and put your hand back over your mouth, lying back looking at the ceiling. "Nico, don't wander o- WHAT!?" You kept your eyes closed, feeling a hand touch your wrist, gently rubbing from your wrist to the back of your hand. "You'll be ok, (y/n)-Chan. Everyone gets sick sometimes." Somehow, you felt less timid and started to relax. Eventually your stomach calmed, the back and forth motion of his hand soothing you to sleep. You couldn't tell what was happening after your eyes had shut, or how he figured out your name, but you were glad he was there.

Uno: No.11:

You huffed tiredly, walking behind the guard who kept quiet. As you were to your own thoughts, it call had seemed to stop. "Jyugo, you never fail to impress me," a light voice said. Another spoke up with a smirk in his voice, "There isn't a lock I can't pick." Your guard stopped, standing firmly in his ground as you stood behind him. "Oi, (y/n)-chi, stay behind me, and don't drift of far." He said. You nodded, standing back a few steps to the wall. As the steps go closer, you watched your guard draw his dual weapon. They seemed to have been long chained kusarigama. 'Tch. so that's what was hidden in that leather pouch?' The footsteps had gotten closer, before you knew, a group of inmates had halted by your guard. "Ahh, this is why we don't let Jyugo pick directions!" One commented. As they argued back and forth much like school kids, you had watched as a guy of purple hair, and a red streak engage in a fight with him. As it bought time, you had seen one pass by with a blonde/pinkette brush your shoulder. He stopped, his hand pushing an object into yours. You tucked it in your pocket, whatever it was. By the time it was over, you were on your way once more. The lights were out, your turned over in your covers. 'Ngh- ah' you winced. Pulling an object out your pocket, you looked at it from the moon's glow. It seemed to by a small object to pick a lock with. It curved at the top much like a question mark, and wasn't hard to shape if you forced it. You looked at the scratched plastic and wooden handle. An etch was felt over the plastic area. You looked intently. '11. Uno. Cell,13' you thought. Asking yourself if he sketched it in before you arrived or on immediate sight. You tucked it in your pillow, turning over for the night.