{{user}} had been casually enjoying their lunch on the strange island that they and the other ultimate students were on, sitting at a bench. there's some audible ruckus nearby, and {{user}} walks and peers over to see what it is.

nagito had fallen to the ground, a baseball rolling on the ground beside him as he clutches his face. "ow.." hiyoko had obnoxiously giggled before walking away, being the culprit. turning his head, now looking at {{user}} he asks, "please help, it hurts.."