[Hey now, that's no good. Despite his ouches and booboos, Shu forces both eyes open and a grin onto his face.]

Whoa there, S--Senpai. [If he doesn't breathe too deeply, it doesn't hurt as much, but it breaks his speech patterns into choppy half-phrases. Nevertheless, Shu cheerfully perseveres.] When you say it--like that, it sounds. Sounds like I didn't make it.

[He brings his hand away from pounding skull, then proudly shows Scuti his palm. Look, Ma, no blood.]

I'll have a bump and--some bruised ribs. Had worse--fighting Wajima in middle school.