The last Lucky Student Kyoko wanted to bump into.

Kyoko found herself lying on her stomach with her legs straddling something. As she scrambled to gather her wits and see what was beneath her, she realized that her body blocking the rain gave her a good view of the ground beneath her, at least. She'd expected to see the face of who she needed to apologize to, but instead, she only saw a single spike of brown hair...

Quickly, she scrambled backward so she was sitting instead of lying down, allowing her to see her classmate Makoto Naegi, who'd been knocked flat on his back. She felt the young man briefly try to pull himself out from underneath her, her scrambled brain not yet registering that she was the one stopping him from doing so. "Makoto... What are you doing out here?"

"Kyoko! Nevermind me, what are you doing out here?! Actually, can we talk about that later?" Makoto asked her, still struggling.

"Ah, of course." Kyoko shifted her butt backwards in preparation to get up. She stopped, her eyes temporarily widening, then sharpening in focus on Makoto's face. Ignoring what she'd just felt, she tried to rise to her feet, putting one hand to shove her wet hair from her eyes and trying and smoothly push herself up with the other. Unfortunately, the concrete turned out to be terribly slick from the rain, in spite of the friction she'd hope her leather gloves would offer. She found herself crashing down again, her ample chest crushing into Makoto's face as she let out a cry.

A voice came from behind her with surprising clarity in spite of the rain. "Kyoko? You okay?"

It had to be Komaru. Kirigiri remembered she'd fallen too, and there hadn't been anyone to break her fall. "Just wait a moment. I'll help you..." Muttering, Kyoko peered back over her shoulder to see what kind of mess Komaru had become...

The girl's shirt was still very much see-through, but compared to Kyoko herself, she was starting to look relatively dry. As if by magic, she'd procured an umbrella, which was now shielding her from the rain. Speaking of the rain, it was starting to pass, and had dulled down to a soft patter. What had been there a moment ago was so powerful that Kyoko could hear it distinctly raging on in the distance. It must have been passing... "Uh, I'm good!" Komaru waved her off with a casual gesture. "I caught my bro's umbrella. More importantly, are you and Makoto, uh...?"

Kyoko's attention once again turned to her classmate beneath her breasts. "Ah, yes." She leaned up slightly to let him breathe again, shutting her eyes with her usual composed calm. She'd have gotten all the way off of him, but she wanted to make good and sure she had her grip this time, so she was taking it slow. "Makoto, my apologies. I'll get off you now."

"Wait a minute! Just hold on," Makoto begged her, suddenly reaching for her chest.

The young man might be one of Kyoko's trusted friends, but he wasn't that trusted. She slapped away his hand with a concerned look. "Did you hit your head? Hold on a second and I'll-"

Interrupting their confused exchange, the reason for Makoto's concern became clear. When Kyoko lifted her upper body further, her coat finally snapped open. It might have helped in the weather, but it wasn't designed as a raincoat and it didn't have that function. Now freed of the confines, Kyoko's breasts heaved out to hover just in front of Makoto's face, tightly wrapped in a transparent white blouse and a dark bra decorated with ribbons, split by her hanging orange tie that tickled the young man's nose in time with her breathing.

Makoto was failing to make eye contact or even hide his interest, his eyes rooted on the wardrobe malfunction. "I... I was trying to warn you..."

Wordlessly, Kyoko expedited the process of getting up, carefully rebuttoning the slippery clasps of her coat. Evidently having had her dose of hijinks, she turned to leave the Naegi siblings, her boots clomping on the concrete.

Makoto managed to shift into a shifting position on the ground, rubbing the back of his aching head. "Ah, ow ow... Kyoko, c'mon! You're mad, right? I swear it was an accident!"

"There's nothing to be mad about," Kyoko reassured him, pausing with her face still away from him (which, conveniently for him, helped hide the way he was staring at the dark pantylines peeking through the semi-transparent skirt plastered to her tight ass). "Like you said, a series of unfortunate events. If you're okay, I think everything turned out fine."

"S-so you're not mad about the, uh..." Makoto trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

"There's nothing to be mad about," Kyoko sighed. "I don't like repeating yourself, and I don't have any reason to stand around in the rain. Take care of your sister." She began briskly marching away again.

Walking quickly, Kyoko kept her head down. She had one hand on the door handle to the main entrance before Komaru's voice called out behind her.

"Hey, Kyoko! I don't really know about this stuff, but, uh, you and my brother are going out, right?"

The detective pretended not to hear the question or the easily-flustered response from the girl's brother as she disappeared into the foyer. She missed whatever Makoto was saying about a laptop bag.

She was pleasantly surprised to find the foyer was nearly empty, allowing her to catch her breath. "What foolishness..."

... Catching her breath was taking longer than she expected. Kyoko looked at the glass door that separated her from the main lobby, seeing a strange, red-faced young woman with a quivering lip no one had ever seen before staring back at her. She shut her eyes, took another deep breath, convinced herself once more of the silliness and meaninglessness of her encounter a moment ago, then opened her eyes again. Now, the woman looking back at her was the unflappable detective, Kyoko Kirigiri... Composed and unreadable, if dripping like a wet dog. Sighing, she wrung out whatever fabric of her coat she could gather before deciding it was a futile effort.

"Honestly. Relaxation is sounding pretty damn good right now," she muttered under her breath as she headed for the administration desk. Now that she could see where she was going, hopefully she'd make it at least a few steps before bumping into anyone.