[ it takes her exactly eight minutes to find him. in those eight minutes, she doesn't respond, but doesn't hang up the line, either, instead panting softly on the receiver as she stalks through the halls. the pain in her leg flares with each step she takes, and some of the bandaging along her ribs loosens when she moves, but by then she's learned to stomach the pain. easily enough to replace one kind with the other, after all. ]

Keisuke!!

[ she announces her presence at the end of the hall with a loud, rough shout of his name. he'll find her there, standing with the phone held tightly in one hand, before she chucks it off to the side in dismissal. fuck words.

within seconds, she's there, moving faster than she should be in her condition, using strength she should be reserving to grab the front of the boy's uniform and shove him up roughly against the lockers, creating noises that echo for seconds down the empty hallway. ]

I'm getting real sick of guys like you, [ she utters shakily beneath her breath, ] deciding what I should or shouldn't value.

[ her fists, though. her fists remain steady, white-knuckled. ]

How many times does someone have to prove it to you before you start listening?