Akira sat still on the bench inside the moving van, two security guards standing either side of him. Though his body slightly shifted just a bit from the ruckus of a bump from the road, and around his wrists sounded the clinking of the cuffs that kept him captive and restricting him from causing any... chaos...

The deadpan expression stuck to his face as he was being transported to a special insane asylum for the mentally unwell, and he was well... Very unwell..

His eyes made a notice, the keys in one of their pockets... The cuffs keeping him from doing any harm to himself nor others, and the van transporting him to the area as it would be coming into view...

A silent chuckle left him, as he thought of something rather humorous to him. Just imagining the image, if he suddenly shot up, grabbing those keys. They'd punish him, and they'd surely put him down for that one... He'd probably receive a bruise or two... That enough made his eyes glint with something rather perverted. His mouth showing teeth as he began to smile, almost creepily... The guards beside him shared a look at the sight of Akira's expression that looked rather lewd. He was most likely asking for a beating now, for no reason at all.

All new patients that required security to be brought inside were all pretty odd in their own ways, so they became quite used to this.

Dragging him inside through the front, Akira's eyes darted around. As if it was his first day of school again and he was already on the lookout for a new crush to obsess over. He couldn't help but hum, his body trembling with a weird perverse excitement while a nurse suggested giving him some 'sleepy' drugs to calm him down since if they do put him in enrichment after his isolation, he might terrorize some of the other patients.