Pillows just really didn't have the same sort of aerodynamic advantage that dynamite did, though, so it more... plummeted than flew. It certainly didn't come anywhere near hitting him, but as it thudded to the dirt, it was probably the thought that counted, anyway.

Yamamoto laughed, shielding his eyes to look up at the roof of the school, bat resting against his other shoulder. If he was hurting or sore (hint: or both), he was hiding it pretty well. "Hey, Gokudera! I didn't know you were here, too!"