"This sucks..." Kozue gripped Yori's hand like a lifeline, knuckles going white. He knew he was holding too tightly, but it wasn't Yori's drawing hand, so he could probably get away with it.

Okay. Deep breaths. You're an upperclassman, act like it. Be responsible. Kozue slowly got to his feet, pulling Yori up with him. "Is... is anyone hurt?" He swallowed hard. His mouth was dry. "I don't have anything with me, but I bike a lot. I know a little first aid if anybody needs some help." 

The underclassmen seemed to outnumber them, but with Yori's no-nonsense presence, they could probably wrangle Akira into helping out. Good old Masato with the roller blades seemed to be here too, and he was a responsible enough guy from what Kozue knew. Maybe they should assign everybody a group, like on field trips.