[The blow was barely dodged with enough time for it to impact his shoulder instead of his face, but there was no holding out against the full-body shove into the stall. The plastic door slammed open, shaking wildly on it's hinges, and there was just enough maneuverability in there to not end up directly in the (thankfully clean) toilet. Snarling, Hibari made to grab at that long, unbound hair with his free hand and gave it a sharp yank.]

Only a squalling, pre-teen girl would admire the likes of you, [he spat, wrapping that long hair in his fingers before shoving his knee into his assailant in a sharp blow.] Or teenage rebels who have nothing better to do with their lives. What fucking message are you even crying about?

[He had only come in here to go to the bathroom, and-- honestly-- he was feeling very attacked right now.

Good thing that a fight was just what he needed.]