Art class

Art was one of Yuki's favorite classes, an elective she readily picked every semester. The school's art teacher, Ms. Lickfield, always seemed to have nothing but praise and constructive criticism for the young woman. As an added bonus, her friend Miki had also taken art all through high school. Today's class was open creativity, leaving the students to work on whatever type of art they wanted, as well as being allowed to work solo or in groups. Naturally, Yuki and Miki had teamed up to paint together, guiding each other's work and offering feedback as they went.

Yuki looked over the landscape she'd been painting, trying to determine what she'd need next. Perhaps some flowers? She'd need to add some more colors to her palette in that case.

"Okay, I need some pink, probably some purple, maybe yellow?" she muttered to herself.

Miki perked up at Yuki's voice. "Oh, I can get it for you!" she said as she hopped out of her seat to grab the paint Yuki was after from the shelves behind them.

"It's alright, I got i-" Yuki started to say, already in motion before Miki had leapt into action.

The two friends bumped into each other. Yuki stumbled back a few steps, while Miki stumbled to the side and reached out to steady herself. While Miki succeeded in staying on her feet, she'd grabbed the shelves to steady herself and shook the shelving in the process. Above the duo, rocked out of its resting a place, an improperly sealed can of paint tipped over on its side, its contents pouring directly down onto the unaware Yuki. She yelped in surprise as the cold paint splashed across her front, dousing her from her collarbone down to her feet. Her entire front was soaked in white paint, the excess dripping down into a puddle on the floor in front of her.

"Oh my god, Yuki, I'm so sorry!" Miki cried. She'd largely escaped the paint, only a few splatters of white paint dotted across her outfit compared to Yuki's full coat. She carefully grabbed Yuki's arms, careful to not get more paint on herself.

"I-it's okay, Miki. Honest accident..." Yuki muttered as she looked over herself. "God, my outfit, though..."

"Let me fix it! Ms. Lickfield, I need to help Yuki get cleaned up!" Miki said, turning to their teacher.

Ms. Lickfield nodded, gesturing to the door. "Go ahead, you two. You're excused from the rest of the class. Go get cleaned up as best you can, okay?"

Thanking Ms. Lickfield, Miki quickly guided Yuki out of the classroom and down the hallway, bringing her into the nearest bathroom.

"Okay. Uh, I can get your clothes washed in the gym laundry room. I know where to find a key." Miki said. "You can clean up the paint on your skin in here."

"My clothes? Miki, I can't just give you my clothes!" Yuki protested. "We still have classes. I can't just sit in the bathroom all day in my underwear!"

"I'll bring you a change of clothes! They have spare gym clothes, I can bring you some! Please, Yuki, I have to at least try to save your outfit..."

Yuki sighed. There was little reasoning with Miki when she was being apologetic like this. And she couldn't really spend the rest of the day in paint-soaked clothing. Looking ridiculous aside, the wetness seeping into her outfit was more than a little uncomfortable.

"Alright..." Yuki said, hurrying into a stall and shutting the door behind her.

Miki stood awkwardly in the bathroom as she watched Yuki's feet shuffle around. After a few quiet moments, Yuki's jeans and shirt were flung over the top of the stall door. Miki quickly gathered up the garments.

"Okay, I'll run these to the gym laundry and-" Miki began.

"H-hold on..." Yuki interrupted. "The paint... really seeped in."

Miki was confused for a moment before she saw something that took her breath away. The stall door opened just a crack, enough for Yuki's arm to slip through. In Yuki's outstretched hand were her bra and panties. Miki reached out and grabbed the undergarments with a trembling hand. She subconsciously recognized that they were still warm from being worn.

"I mean... may as well clean it all, right? Just... be back fast? I need you, Miki." Yuki said as she shut the stall door once again.

_"I need you, Miki." _repeated in Miki's head over and over. The fact that it was Yuki saying it, while Miki knew she was naked on the other side of a flimsy door, sent the young woman's heart racing. Everything else was just noise.

"I won't let you down!" Miki said, turning and running out of the bathroom.

This left Yuki alone, in the middle of school, wearing nothing but her shoes and socks, completely helpless until her friend returned with a change of clothes. She just hoped her wait wouldn't be too long.

Well, that and that nobody else would come into the bathroom in the mean time...