"I'm fine." Yuko muttered, returning his books to their original place, and dusting off his expensive coat. His trousers were ruined, his gloves were ruined, and his pride was ruined, too... It took a lot of effort not to blush, but he retained a straight face even after such a horrible humiliation. He'll make sure to deal with them...<br/><br/>"Thanks." he mumbled towards the girl that helped him, brushing a few strands of hair into his face to hide his eyes, glaring with rage and shame. "I'm Yuko. Which class are you in now?" He attempted to start a conversation with her - after all, it was polite to do so - but still seemed a little hostile and very, very cold.