Sayori trips

It was inevitable that something was going to go wrong here. Sayori was running through a classroom, with her hands tied, and she was far from the most coordinated person you knew on a good day.

Sayori looked back over her shoulder, probably to tease you, but before she could say anything, her foot caught on the leg of a desk she was running past. "Waaah!" She practically flew at the ground, her momentum pivoting around her caught foot. With her hands still tied, she wasn't able to get them up fast enough to stop her from hitting her head on the floor.

Yuri and Nastuki hurried up behind you as you caught up to Sayori. She had a bruise on her forehead and as you knelt down next to her, she pulled up her leg so she could cradle her ankle in her hands. "Owie..."

"Are you okay?!" You asked.

Sayori sniffled. "I think I twisted my ankle."

"Is your vision blurry?" Yuri asked. "Do you feel nauseous at all?"

Sayori shook her head. "No, my head hurts though."

Yuri knelt down next to you, then gently took Sayori's face in her hands. "Good, I don't think you have a concussion." She suddenly pulled her hands back as if burned. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to- I-"

"It's okay." Sayori quickly said.

Yuri nodded, then quickly backed off, moving back next to where Natsuki was hovering nervously.

"I'm glad you're okay, dummy." You said. "What were you thinking, running off like that with your hands tied?" Out of habit, you started to flick her forehead, but you changed your aim to her nose at the last minute so you wouldn't hit the bruise.

"Sorry." She mumbled. "I was just trying to have some fun."

You sighed, then hugged her. "Next time, I'm tying your feet first. For your own good."