Her minimal wardrobe experiences trouble as she catches up.

(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"Hey! Hey, wait u-" Toriumi's footsteps carried her down the small flight of stairs by her apartment just in time... to see the delivery vehicle speed off into the distance.

"Perfect. It better be free next time." With an exasperated sigh, the half-dressed woman let her shoulders fall and began to head up the stairs. She winced at the feeling of her feet over the concrete. Served her right for not wearing shoes, she supposed. It was kind of hot out, too. Maybe her lack of attire had some benefit.

Sadly for the off-work teacher, it had far more flaws. The foremost of which as the environment took advantage of it to compromise her...