"No. 69." You said as you did roll call.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here." He replied with closed eyes and in mid-yawn.
"Well, well, well, it seems that someone just couldn't get away from me~" Uno chirped as he leaned against the bars.
You just ignored him with your poker face and continued to focus on the paper in front of you. "No. 15."
Uno's flirt-filled smirk turned into a pissed-off "oh I know you did not just do that" kind of grin with a small tick mark and a sweat drop.
When you didn't receive an answer from Jyugo, your half-closed e/c rose from the paper and into the cell. "No.15?" You called again, this time, peering into the cell that wasn't shielded by a certain British fuck boy. "No. 15!" You rose your voice from a calm, monotonous tone to a snappy and alarming yell.
With your change in volume, Jyugo sat up from his sleeping mat lazily. "Calm your tits, I'm here."
"Thank you." You turned your attention back to the paper.
"No. 11." You called.
It disappointed Uno that a pretty girl like yourself ignored the cliche ladies-man.
"Over here..." he replied while sulking in a corner.
"And No. 25." You rose your eyes once again to be greeted with the everyday, lovable Nico.
"Right here Y/n-chan!" He chirped that made you grow a small grin that you hid with the paper on the clip board. "Did you sleep well? Oooooh, oooooh, tell me what you dreamt about!" Nico's adorable red eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.
"I slept very well, thanks for asking." You replied with a little bit more happiness in your voice. "As for my dreams, I dreamt that a little British fuck boy that liked to play cards wouldn't stop flirting with me. Isn't that funny?" You cocked your head with a sarcastic close-eyed smile.
"You mean I was in your dreams?!" Uno cheered as he appeared in beside Nico, clenching the bars and smiling happily.
"Ugh, there's that annoying sound again. It sort of sounds like a bug. Do you hear it, too, 25?" Everyone in Cell 13 chuckled, except for Uno who ran to Jyugo and embraced him while he cried anime tears as Jyugo looked at the crying inmate with a poker face.
Your mouth curved into a small smile with your half lidded eyes before you started to walk away from Cell 13. "Y/n-chan, Y/n-chan!" Nico yelped.
Oh how you loved it when that green-haired otaku called your name. You stopped in your tracks and turned your head over your shoulder with an emotionless expression. You hummed to let him know that you heard him. "C-can you come here?"
Your eyes widened but you turned around and made your way to Cell 13, once again. "Yes?" You replied.
Suddenly, you felt hands on your breasts, groping them, making your eyebrow twitch in anger as his fingers clenched and softened around your boobs in a pattern. Your face turned red as you punched Nico into the wall. Him being him, he recovered quickly and sat up, still with a smile on his face. "I read somewhere that groping boobs relieves stress. And what'd you know, it does! Can I do that more often Y/n-chan?!"
Your face was still completely flushed trying to process what just happened. "Hey, how come I don't get a turn?!" Uno yelled.
You punched him into the wall, too. "Honestly, if you need to grope boobs go grope Hajime's." You replied while crossing your arms over your chest.
You felt a hand firmly grip your head as an evil aura was felt from behind you, "What was that?!" He growled.
"U-umh, GOTTA ZAYN"