Wait.

The bell rang, thankfully, bringing class to a close.

Ann continued to tightly clutch at the hem of her skirt. Suddenly, she felt the sides of her skirt flipped upwards, exposing a dangerous amount of her thighs. A familiar voice sounded behind her. 'Eh, what's this? Where are your leggings, Ann?'

"W-w-what are you doing, Shiho?!" Ann exclaimed as she desperately tried to prevent Shiho from yanking up her skirt. Her knuckles whitened as she held it down at the front and the back.

"Tch, stingy," Shiho replied, changing tack and sliding her hands under Ann's shirt. Ann gasped as she felt Shiho's hands lightly run over her breasts. But almost immediately, she stopped. "Wh-"

"Well, that's all the time we have for now, see ya!" Shiho darted off.

'What was that?' Ann wondered. She whirled on Ren. "You," she growled. "What are you going to do about this?"

Ren blushed, avoiding her gaze.

Ann looked down. Her bra was gone. The thin fabric of her shirt left little to the imagination, with the faint trace of pink-

Ann slowly felt heat rush to her head as a blush crept across her face. Shiho had made off with her bra. She covered her chest, tears beginning to bead in her eyes.

"Alright you two," Kawakami-sensei shouted, "if you're going to be so disruptive, bring these books to the faculty office!"