Hikari squeezes onto Masato harder, smushing her breasts against and around his arm, locking it into her mountainous cleavage for a moment.  "Kurokawa-sempai, do you think there's going to be a fight?" she squeaks out in a mixture of fear and wonderment at his comment about bleeding, her suddenly wide eyes scanning the area.<br/><br/>For some reason, she had granted Goroi an image more akin to a panty-thief or other innocuous pervert, and hadn't really considered that he might resort to violence if confronted.  The thought of a classroom brawl seems scary, but then...  isn't that how it's supposed to go?  There's always a fight when the hero corners the monster-of-the-day, complete with bold and valorous condemnations and arrogant, wicked declarations of evil plans and dark masters, dramatic entrances and flashy henshins, and of course the big finish with an explosive, exciting crescendo!<br/><br/>Her eyes sparkle a bit.  Obviously, she's completely forgotten why she was worried to begin with, adrift in her own little world.