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Unaware of the big changes that were happening and being revealed to the other club members around her, Kiyo indulged a little in the spotlight. "Saaafe!" cried a girl Kiyo was nominally acquainted with as she skidded to a halt in the doorway of the class. A few boys clapped. Kiyo was not the fastest girl on the track, but none (she decided on her own, with minimal encouragement) could look as [i]fabulous[/i] as she did after one.

"Don't run in the halls!" snapped the teacher, scolding her with all the enthusiasm of someone who knew they were wasting breath. [color=firebrick][b]"Yes, yes,"[/b][/color] she replied, flipping her hair back over her shoulder as she turned to take her seat next to that cheerleading acquaintance of hers, a row in front of where Suki's seat was. [color=firebrick][b]"I couldn't believe it if it hadn't happened to me, but when I woke up this morning, my pain was just gone,"[/b][/color] she'd said to the circle of students seated around her. Some of them acted like they totally bought it, but their opinions weren't worth much when they essentially acted like her minions. Others were poor at hiding their belief that she simply had no reason to fake the injury anymore.

It was a class Kiyo happened to excel in, so she'd been on her phone the entire time. While such irreverence was to be expected from Kiyo, being on her phone was actually pretty unusual. She didn't seem to be texting anyone, so she must have been reading something. As soon as the class was over, though, the phone was put away like it usually was. [color=firebrick][b]"So? What's got you grinning like a lovestruck idiot?"[/b][/color] she suddenly asked Suki as they walked down the hall together.