Find a classroom to sit in.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Elizabeth was confident in knowing that she would assuredly blend into the student body now. The thought was delightful.

Admittedly the boots clashed with the outfit a little, as did her dark tights... but maybe no one would pay that any mind.

Rather than leave it to the whims of fate, Elizabeth put away her favorite(and only!) dress into the confines of her handbag, then began exiting the locker room, passing through the silent gym and continuing down the hall.

By her estimation she had plenty of time before the day would truly begin, but there was no harm in securing her destination.

What better class than Arisato's? The door opened before her, and she entered with a leisurely pace, before lowering herself into the chair.

It was an oddly confining yet interesting experience, wearing an outfit that was so... restrictive. Far different from a dress.

There was no one around. There was still time to make some adjustments. Why not be comfortable?

It would take no time at all, so Elizabeth had no qualms about removing...