Fucking shit. Kaito hated being invalid. One of the reasons why he had never taken any sort of liking, or even tolerance, to a certain girl was her tendency to play damsel in distress simply because she had a prosthetic foot. Not about to let a concussion and a broken leg get him down, Kaito bit down hard on his lower lip as he forcibly pushed himself up into a sitting position.
He took the time to calm himself after that, his forehead beaded with perspiration at the pain tolerance and exertion. Still, he looked over defiantly at the redhead. "I wasn't the one whose fucking boyfriend crashed into a wall! It was a fucking dare from the damnable fanboy, alright?! And hell if I'm going to step down from a simple race."