(Prompt: Shizune's glasses break with unforeseen consequences. *'s denote thoughts because Pastebin a shit and you can't italicize.)
 
*Shit.* I looked down at the hunk of metal and plastic in my hands. Rubbing at the bridge of my nose, I scowled. *Of course they broke. At least my nose didn't.* I whip my head up, looking for the offending party. It was a violation of school rules to play sports so close to the doors of the school for exactly this reason, so whoever was holding a soccer ball anywhere in the vicinity was in for a world of trouble.
 
That is, if I could see them. There were indistinct shapes over there, and some over there. I narrow my eyes. *Those white splotches seem to be attached to the green ones. School uniforms, and they're coming over this way. Not likely the culprits.* Quickly, I whip over to the other crowd. Tan splotches attached to white splotches attached to small red splotches. And all of the splotches were getting smaller. *Gym uniforms. Gotcha.* Grinning, I run after them.
 
Or, I try to. It's hard to run when you're not particularly good at it, and harder still when you can't see worth a damn. *Why didn't I bring Misha with me to go get Hisao?* Mentally, I roll my eyes at myself. *That's a silly question. I know exactly why. Would've been worth it, too. Still, this could have at least waited until after I'd... Gotten him. And of course I had to take the doors closest to the council room. Either way, too late now.*
 
I round the corner and peer as well as I can, just barely making out one of the tan-white-red splotches vanishing into a building. *Gotcha.* I knew all the hallways of that building - of all the buildings, really - like the back of my hand. Racing inside, I see the splotches going up the stairs and I pursue. *I will get you yet. You won't best Shizune Hakamichi!* Grinning like a shark, I reach the top of the stairs and rush down the hallway.
 
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Fifteen minutes later, Shizune bursts out of the doors next to the student council room, breathing heavily and looking around with a wild, crazed glint in her eye. Leaning against the wall next to her, Hisao frowns slightly. Waving to catch her attention, he signs broadly to her when she comes over.
 
[Shizune, what are you doing? I've been waiting here for fif-]
 
She cuts him off with a vicious stroke. [Some hooligans were kicking around a soccer ball over here! They broke my glasses!] Her scowl deepens, her angry hand gestures becoming downright homicidal. [Did you see them anywhere? I followed them out here, they only just beat me out the door! They were wearing school sports uniforms.]
 
Hisao looked left and right, surreptitiously kicking the soccer ball next to him as far away as possible. Seeing a group of guys running, he quirked an eyebrow before beginning to laugh.
 
Shizune's anger was palpable, and her slashing hands nearly cut his head off. [What are you laughing about? What what what what what?]
 
[The only people around here with sports uniforms on are the track team. Did you have a good lap?]