Fuyutsuki Kyouko woke up when her head hit the floor.

"Whuzz...oh? Oh god damnAAGH!"

Some people say wounds hurt more when you're forced to look at them, others say that looking at your own wounds diminishes the pain. Fuyutsuki Kyouko was treated to an unavoidably close look at her head wound as the blood gushed down into her eyes.

"Ugh. This is less than ideal... where are you...?"

Wiping her eyes clean as much as possible with her right arm, she flailed at her desk-cum-bed until her right shoulder collided with the object sitting on top of it, and the magnetic prongs on her prosthetic arm slid cleanly into the ports in her shoulder socket, giving her access to an extra helping hand. She flipped her messy hair backwards, most of the extra blood simply flowing backwards instead of right into her eyes, and checked the time on the watch app installed in her arm. 

"Yeah, that's about right." Late for school. Or maybe not...

She cleaned most of the blood out of her hair and brushed it quickly, ignoring the pain, and rushed out of the house, running at top speed towards Honnouji...

[center][b]Fuyutsuki Kyouko
Disability Support Alliance Vice-Captain[/b][/center]

...At easily five times normal human running speed, a blurry figure crashed through the front gates of the school. Managing somehow to dodge most of the people in her way, she seemed thrown off by the one fixture that was not normally present on the grounds. Of course, that one thing needed to be different [i]today[/i], of all days.

After disengaging her rocket thruster, and engaging it backwards, Kyouko figured she could stop before collision, but math was never her strongest subject. With an enormous sound like a sonic boom, she crashed majestically into the impromptu No-star stand.

Dazed and still with a bloodstained face from earlier that day, Kyouko lay as if she were dead at the front of the stand, surrounded by bewildered people.

"..Did I make it?" she asked with a shaky voice, "I'm not late, am I?"