She makes it, but the window shuts when she's halfway through.

(chapter originally by Teraton on writing.com)

For a short moment, Toriumi was putting on a display that would've impressed her colleagues down in physical education. Her jump, though shaky, did what it had to in getting her hands to the windowsill, and with a short, slightly shirt-lifting scramble against the brick wall, she was kneeling up on the ledge.

"Yes!" Toriumi let out a giddy laugh, her brief moment of athleticism surprising even herself. With the prospect of being inside right ahead of her, and the fact that she was somewhat precariously balanced and hanging onto the sides of her widow, she hadn't given much thought to the way her shirt had bunched up around her waist, revealing her clinging pair of panties and more of her long legs.

Taking a deep breath, Toriumi carefully lowered herself to where her upper half could maneuver through the window, right above the sink in her kitchen. She worked her head inside her apartment, then her chest... and then she slipped. Trying to move herself forward, her knee slipped- this sent her front half smacking against her kitchen counter, head right next to the sink faucet. Meanwhile, her pelvis rested on the ledge of the window, with her legs kicking in the air. Finally, the short thud shook the windowsill, and Toriumi saw stars for a moment as the window fell shut, banging against the small of her back.

"Ooooooh...." Toriumi laid there dazed. The cold of the sink against her chest was waking her up a little, a sharp contrast from the heat outside, heat still radiating against her ass as it hung outside her window. She took a deep breathe, anger welling up as the pain subsided. Tonight was a wash.

"No food, no friend online..." Toriumi propped herself up on her arms, preparing herself for a little more exertion, "I had to run outside with no pants, I had to root around with a garbage can to get back in here. And what do I get for it?!" Toriumi grunted as she tried pulling herself forward, to no avail. "A bruised tailbone, and everything below it hanging out the window like a picture in a frame!" She tried pushing herself upwards, but the window seemed locked into its position. Muttered curses and complaints grew louder and angrier as the trapped teacher swung her legs and strained her arms, just to get back into her own apartment.

Poor Isako: all her shouting and struggling accomplished was...