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"Dojo got hurt today during practice exercises, but refused to go to the infirmary because nothing was bleeding. Could you check up on him, girlfriend-Chan?"
Kasahara gripped the phone harder as she reread Komaki's message.Dojo was hurt!? She quickly scrolled through her phone calls, line, and texts to see if he had contacted her.
Nothing!
She took a deep breath to calm herself and checked her watch. It would be another hour before the train would get back to the Kanto base stop. "He's fine," she muttered to herself, trying not to remember the injured and bleeding Dojo scene from the Toma incident. "It's was just drills and wasn't that bad and that's why he hasn't contacted me."
She took another slow, deep breath and then violently shook her phone, earning worried glances from the other passengers. "You call your girlfriend if you're injured, idiot!"
But the idiot was so stoic that he'd probably just brush it off. Or at least not mention it so as not to worry her.
She shook her head as she responded to his text. Why did it have to happen on the two-days she'd asked off to visit her family?
"I heard you got hurt! Are you okay?! What happened?"
He answered fast enough that she knew he was done with work for the day. Or...had he gotten hurt enough to go home!
"I'm fine. Bruised some ribs. Nothing to worry about. How was your trip?"
"Grrr." Blockhead. "It was fine." She hit send before she could add anything more nagging. It was going to be hard to grill him over the phone. She needed to see him for herself and make sure he was okay.
She tapped her chin as she planned her next move. She pictured herself jerking his shirt up when they met outside the dorms, then winced. That would just earn her a knock on the head. Could she sneak to his rooms and strip him there?
Her mind handily supplies that image and she blushed. "To check on his injury," she admonished herself. Geez! She was getting as bad as Shibasaki!
She looked down at her phone as it beeped once again.
"Your train gets in at 7, right? I'll meet you at the station and walk you back."
Her heart started its regular 'melt' routine at his protectiveness, but she shook herself. She started to answer back with a 'no way! You need rest!' when she glanced at her overnight bag and got an idea.
"Sounds. Good," she typed out. "See you then."
She double-checked her bag with a nod. Bruised some ribs, huh? Nothing to worry about? "We'll see about that," she muttered darkly, and sat back to worry and stew for one more hour.