Fuuka grabs a random handful of clothes and throws them at Minako.

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

Fuuka was in too much of a rush to pay any real attention to what she threw. All she knew was that it was certainly at least some of Minako's wardrobe. Minako, to her credit, had the presence of mind to quickly grab the bundle of clothes tossed in her general direction and make a beeline for safety. Ducking behind the shrine, Minako hoped that she and Fuuka hadn't made enough noise to warrant investigation by whoever was approaching.

Minako knew Fuuka was long gone by now, her adrenaline and fear carrying her away from the shrine and likely all the way back to the dorms. From here on out, Minako was alone; it could be worse, she reasoned to herself. Fuuka could have forgotten about her clothes entirely and left her here completely naked. Instead, she had at least given Minako some kind of modesty, but how much?

Quickly setting down the clothing she had caught, Minako observed what she had available. Unfortunately Fuuka's nerves and small hands had proved detrimental as she had only managed to grab a minimal amount of clothing from her bag. With a sigh, Minako began to dress herself. While it wasn't much, it was still better than being completely naked. Though she had to admit that she must have looked ridiculous, or like some kind of fetish character, dressed in just-