Hiyoko's caught him in a trap.

Things were looking down.

More specifically, Chihiro, still dressed in his bra and bloomers, had finally glanced down at the outfit he'd programmed to be left in this private room for him to change into once he was ready. Since he hadn't carried it in from the outside, this was his first time looking at it in this world: a cute, wide-necked and sleeveless sky-blue overshirt with a banded gradient, along with floral-patterned yellow swim trunks. Those shorts would be a cute but empoweringly gender-neutral option, if it wasn't for the fact he'd also picked out a matching top to go with it, to be worn under the overshirt...

In any case, how the outfit made him feel about his identity was really the least of his problems. He might have chosen the clothes for himself, but he definitely didn't program it with the intention of it being covered in melted ice cream and a dense swarm of insects. Looking closer, they were ants. Definitely ants.

Chihiro caught on and whirled around, but he'd been too slow. Sure enough, he was just in time to see the clothes he'd thrown over the door finish being yanked onto the other side of the dressing room, into the lounge, accompanied by obnoxious, mean-spirited laughter. He recognized it right away, mostly because it belonged to one of the few others he'd been trying to make a point to avoid: Hiyoko Saionji, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer. She was a student in another class, a cute blonde with an awful personality. He didn't know her well, but he had to assume she knew him better than expected.

In any case, this incident had already started, but already Chihiro was on the verge of tears, shouting over the door that separated them. "W-w-what are you doing? That's not funny! G-give that back, please!!"

"Ahahaha!! I knew it! Whether it's on the beach, in a simulation, or anywhere else, nothing beats playing with little bugs!" Ignoring the pleas, the mean-spirited voice continued taunting. "Hey, y'know what? That pillbug-brain Entomologist jerk told me I can't squish any of the ants on this island... He didn't say I couldn't move 'em and give 'em a little treat, though! Seems like they really like that goofy outfit you picked out, huh? You don't mind sharing it with them, do yooou~? Ehehehe!!"

"H-Hiyoko...!" Chihiro sniffed. "W-why are you like this?! W-we're almost out of the Academy! We're gonna be adults, and you're acting like a... l-little kid!" he shouted in a higher pitch than he wanted.

"And you're acting like a big, dumb baby!" Hiyoko teased from the other side of the door. "Aaaw, I didn't mean to make you cry! Tell you what: you wipe the snot off your face, put on that gross swimsuit of yours, and march your skinny butt out here! I've got your clothes out here, and I promise, there's no bugs or ice cream crap on 'em, just your sad, icky nerd stink."

"Th-there's no way I can do that, and you know it! C-c'mon, this is too far for a prank."

"Well, you don't have to come out in the swimsuit. You weren't goin' commando under that ugly skirt you always wear, were you? That means you've still got undies on, right? It's just me alone out here, and if you crawl out here on all fours and beg me, I might consider giving your granny clothes back."

"Why should I have to...?" Chihiro sniffled, trying to decide if he should wait for someone else to show up who could deal with Hiyoko. He could even summon another administrator here, but... it was just too humiliating...

A light bulb went off. There was an easy way to do something about this, wasn't there? Surely, there ought to be a way to use Custom Girls to make Hiyoko give the clothes back...

Did it have to stop there? It ought to be possible to make Hiyoko think twice about doing anything like this again.