Rosario and Joestar

"You're tense," Mizore whispers, and it takes a world of patience for you not to snap at her to save her strength. Even if you objectively know she's stronger than she looks right now, even if she just showed you a glimpse of that, none of it makes it any easier to deal with how much you're fucking worried about her. "They'll get it, senpai. Talk to them."

[x]As much as it absolutely infuriates you to work on something that isn't solving the actual problem, Mizore... might have a point. Pushing away your friends to protect them from your own goddamn weakness sounds great right up until you admit to yourself that most of your enemies were people you beat with their help.

You tug the brim of your hat down over your eyes, and pass by your friends in the Newspaper Club at the door. You take a moment to observe the group. Watching them tensed up in concern, warily watching you as though you're some unpredictable wounded feral animal that could just as easily attack or run as accept help.

Good fucking grief... Mizore or your mom would know there's no need to be so on edge -- especially since you've managed to maintain enough control over your Stand that it's in no danger of acting up -- so what the hell's wrong with this lot?

"Meet up at my place later. We need to talk."

Damn it. You're exhausted from the battle with Kuyo and yet at the same time keyed up and almost itching to pick another fight just for the sake of venting out your frustration...

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You are Yukari Sendo, and you let out a sigh as Kujo-senpai passes by, his "resting serial killer" expression a little more tense than usual.

But given how Moka, Kurumu, and Tsukune decided to steam up the love train and have it blast off at full speed ahead while leaving you behind on the platform without a second glance?!

You're not in the happiest mood either, especially now that you're no longer distracted by fighting to the finish against a fallacious fell fascist fearmongering fiery fox and internally freaking for your friends' safety.

Like the part where Tsukune almost got himself killed saving you. Which, hey, is great evidence to show he cares. And you're a bright girl, logically speaking you know that your friends are all your friends.

But that doesn't make it NOT. HURT. when your affections get ignored, dismissed, or played off as a joke or a dumb crush just because you're a bit younger than everyone else...!

Honestly, it's almost enough to be a supervillain origin story, and that line of thought is a tempting one... except you've seen enough supervillains by now to be acutely aware that Kujo-senpai or your beloved Moka or both would inevitably beat you into surrender at one point or another if you went down that road, aaaaaaaaaaand also the inconvenient fact that deliberately being a heel to your friends just isn't really in the cards.

It's all so much that you can barely even see straight -- ...no, wait, that issue's a literal one, not a figurative one. Because you took scalding water to the face earlier when Kuyo melted some of Mizore's ice, which is what led to Tsukune getting hurt, which was a consequence of your being small and weak just like at Witch Hill, which in turn circles back to nobody taking you as seriously as you want, and YOUR FACE STILL STINGS--!

"Yukari, what's wrong?! You just started crying all of a sudden..."

"I get that senpai's pissed off about how hurt Mizore is, but if he just scared you to blow off steam then I'm gonna--"

"I'm so sorry! We weren't paying you much attention, were we? Your face is all red; it still hurts, doesn't it?"

And there they all are! Only paying attention now that something's obviously wrong--! ...no, no, holding that against your friends would be unfair given that you all just went through pretty much the same ordeal together, and none of them are remotely as clever as you are--

(Your mother told you not to be so defensive about everyone around you literally having to look down at you because of your age, but it became enough of a habit at the start of the year that you still haven't really managed to break it...)

"I may not be a genius," Kurumu snaps, "but I can still tell when you're calling me stupid even if it's just in your head."

You can barely make out the bluenette's annoyed frown through your blurry tears, and as you collapse against the older girl and clutch onto her, you let out a horrid sound that's as much a laugh as it is a sob. "I just... despise every single thing about today. It makes me so sick...!"

Normally you would've gone to absurd lengths before relying on Kurumu for comfort... but as the rest of the Newspaper Club minus Gin traps you in a hugpile, frankly right now it just doesn't matter.

After a minute or two, the school nurse finally gets enough free time from dealing with more seriously injured students to look at you, and you're briefly separated from your... friends.

The flashlight that gets shined in your eyes for a few seconds at a time has to be worthy of earning the nurse a trial at the Hague, but instead of screaming out the agony like you want to, you grit your teeth and bear it because the condescending pat on the head and "good girl" you get for being quiet are less infuriating than the callous admonishment not to act out like a child that you would have gotten otherwise.

"The good news is," the nurse begins, "we can treat this and your vision will be perfectly back to normal in a few days."

And the bad news is that she's going to want to blindfold you through the interim period to forcibly ensure that your eyes are protected from strain while they're recovering.

"The bad news is, it's going to involve giving you a medicated blindfold to protect your eyes from strain while they're recovering."

Of course it is. What's the use of a so-called medical professional when they can't tell you anything you don't already know?

"And because of that," she continues, "for safety reasons you're going to have to either stay in the infirmary until we can release you, or get an upperclassman to agree to escort you through your entire day."

...oh, crapbaskets.

[]Consent to being confined in the infirmary so that you don't continue being even more of a burden to your loved ones than usual.
[]DEMAND to be allowed to help your beloved idiots work through whatever's going on with senpai, even if it means running around the school for a few days completely blind and mostly helpless!