So, I got some good feedback on Hiyori Goes to College (read that first) and figured I'd write a quick one shot sequel as my goodbye present before my big move to the Land of No Internet... whoops, next thing I know, it's a nine chapter fic complete with two new OCs and a reappearance by my favorite douche bag, Kobayashi Seiji. I kept Hiyori kind of feisty, because everyone seemed to like her that way.

My most sincere apologies for any typos or continuity errors, as I don't have time to reread/edit like I usually do!

Enjoy! Please review...it's the last time I'll get to thank you for reading :D

ika

Hiyori Goes to College... The Sequel!

Hiyori gets caught red-handed

Hiyori scowled at her reflection in the mirror and silently cursed herself again. What on earth possessed me to punch that bastard Kobayashi yesterday? She asked herself for the third time that morning. A slap would have been plenty good enough.

Truth be told, her right hand was still throbbing—in fact, she hadn't been able to sleep well because of the pain. Once the adrenaline of the events had left her system, the sharp ache only seemed to worsen, which is why she found herself now at 6:30am glaring at her rather pale and clammy reflection in the bathroom. She bent down and rooted around for the painkillers they kept under the sink, quickly downing a handful. She quietly exited, making sure not to slam the door, and walked to the kitchen, intent on grabbing a handful of ice before she headed back to her room.

Hiyori silently opened the freezer and was carefully wrapping ice cubes in a hand towel when an unexpected whisper pierced the air.

"Hiyo?"

She whipped around in surprise, smacking her hand on the protruding freezer door.

"Fuck!" she yell-whispered, unable to hide the wince of pain that flashed across her face. "Papa, what are you doing up so early?"

Kirishima Zen was watching her flail around with one eyebrow raised. He coughed once and gave up on the whispering pretense. "Didn't your parents ever teach you not to swear?"

"They taught me how to swear," she grumbled under her breath. "Seriously, Dad, why are you awake? It's 6:30 in the morning. It's not the end of your cycle, is it?"

Kirishima glanced guiltily over his shoulder. "I was supposed to sneak back to my room before you woke up," he confessed.

"He still makes you do that?"

Her father shrugged, chuckling. "Yeah, well. I try and pick my battles." Kirishima pulled up a stool and calmly sat down, crossing his arms. "What are you doing up so early?"

It was Hiyori's turn to look guilty. "My hand hurts," she explained dejectedly.

Kirishima wordlessly extended one of his own large palms, and Hiyori obediently placed her hand in it. She tried not to wince as her father inspected her skin, which was swollen and had turned red from the chill of the ice pack.

"What does it feel like?" he asked.

"It hurts."

"Well, that's descriptive."

"It hurts like a bitch," Hiyori hissed, jerking her hand away as he gently prodded it.

Kirishima shook his head and clicked his tongue. "I bet you fractured it, or broke it maybe. I broke my wrist once during judo as a kid, so I know how it feels." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Ah, damn. Well, we should probably take you to the hospital."

"I'll just wrap it up," Hiyori said immediately.

Kirishima frowned. "No, we should take you." He rose from the stool and straightened his bathrobe. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Yokozawa's going to break my other hand if he finds out," Hiyori whined. "Please, Papa, I'll just put some ice on it or something."

"Who's breaking who's hand, now?" a voice grumbled. Hiyori froze as a bear of a man came striding out of the room Kirishima had exited a few minutes before. Unlike the Kirishimas, who were still in their pajamas, Yokozawa was already dressed in pants and a button down shirt.

"Oniichan!" she squeaked. "Don't you look nice this morning! Isn't that a little fancy for so early on a Saturday?"

"Sales is organizing a book fair today," he growled, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't change the fucking topic, young lady."

"Hiyori thinks she broke her hand," Kirishima offered.

"I'm fine!"

Yokozawa looked for a moment as though he was about to get angry, then thought better of it and signed deeply. "Your father had better take you to the hospital."

"But...!" Hiyori protested.

"So stubborn," Kirishima said, rolling his eyes. "Go get dressed, we're leaving in ten."