Blouse

(chapter originally by MinakoTenFour)

As it turned out, finding Fuuka wouldn't be very difficult, assuming someone decided to investigate. All they'd need to do is follow the long, aqua-green thread down the halls until they reached the ladies' room on that floor. In her haste, Fuuka had yet to realize that her blouse was very quickly unraveling underneath her jacket, and by now, all she had left of it was the turtleneck collar. She was thinking of nothing but the safety of the restroom, however, so even as her blouse continued to unravel, she still failed to notice.

Once she reached the door to the girls' room, however, she could hear voices coming from the other side; high-pitched laughter and even...jeering? There was a crowd in there, and it sounded as though someone was being made fun of. That's what Fuuka thought she heard, anyway. Re-assessing her own lack of skirt, Fuuka realized that perhaps scampering into the restroom wasn't a good idea. But then, where else could she go? She couldn't stay in the halls. Someone could walk out of a classroom at any-

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second.

Fuuka's heart leaped into her throat as she heard a nearby classroom door sliding open. If she didn't move, she was going to be caught! She needed to run! There was another classroom to her right, and classes were supposed to be over, but then why had another one just slid open? Maybe that one would be empty. But what if it wasn't!? She could dash down the stairs to the first floor, but then she'd be in the lobby, and she knew there would be people down there. She'd be spotted for sure!

_Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! What do I do!? _Fuuka panicked inwardly, wasting another couple seconds agonizing over her choice. Finally, realizing she was out of time as she heard footsteps from down the hall, Fuuka-