Called to the front by the teacher to write out an equation.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

"Fushimi! How about you come up here and complete this equation?" the teacher asked, startling Chihiro from her mask of calm. Why did she have to get called on today, of all days?

"Uh, o-okay." Chihiro stammered, carefully sliding out of her seat, making sure to keep her skirt firmly in place as she stood up. Making her way to the front of the room, Chihiro could practically feel the classroom's eyes on her. Granted, they were watching her because she was called on by the teacher, but she couldn't help but feel it was because of her scandalously short skirt.

Chihiro gazed up at the blackboard, frowning as she saw the problem the teacher had tasked her with completing. Aside from the fact that Chihiro wasn't that great at math, despite what her position as Student Council Treasurer would lead people to believe, but the teacher had put the question on the upper half of the board. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but with her skirt so short, reaching up to work on the problem would lift the hem of Chihiro's skirt even higher. While she wouldn't be showing anything important, the idea of exposing even more of her legs was just terrible.

Still, she couldn't just refuse to do the problem. Rather than argue it, Chihiro carefully reached up to start working on the problem. Thankfully the equation wasn't terribly complicated, and Chihiro didn't have too much trouble figuring it out. Still, she was up there in front of the class longer than she would have liked. Furthermore, Chihiro couldn't focus on the problem completely, the back of her mind unable to stop thinking about how she was in front of her entire class with no underwear on. If it weren't for her skirt, they'd be able to see her shapely posterior! Chihiro did her best not to think about it, but it was a difficult task.

Finally, after a bit longer than she would have liked, Chihiro worked out the problem. As she set the chalk back down on the tray, Chihiro's nerves caught up to her, her hands shaking slightly as she stepped away from the board. Turning around to face the class, she was relieved to see nothing more than a few curious stares. It seemed that her short skirt had drawn some attention, but it hadn't caused any further trouble. Still, Chihiro was glad to be able to return to her desk, and quickly started to make her way back to her seat.

However, as Chihiro stepped off the raised floor in front of the board-