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Chapter 3 by LadyRedHeart LadyRedHeart

What next?

She's left behind after gym class

"Hm hm hm hmmm~" Haru hummed to herself as she washed herself off in the shower. It was just after gym class, so she was currently showering in the locker room showers. She always took a while, but she had lunch right after, so she was never late for an actual class. It had been weird showering at school at first, but she was used to it and it was actually pretty nice.

"Hm hm hmmm hm~" she continued to hum as she ran her hands through her hair. She enjoyed the feeling of the warm water running down her body.

It was getting a little late though, so she finally finished up and washed out whatever soap had been left. She turned off the water, stepped out, and grabbed her towel. She even started to bring her own towel for this.

Maybe she enjoyed it a little too much.

Once she was dried off enough, she reached for her clothes. Her hands grasped at nothing for a bit, which wasn't uncommon. But then after ten seconds, when she still hadn't managed to grab her clothes, she finally actually looked, and she froze.

Her clothes weren't there.

She frantically looked around. Her clothes were nowhere in sight, neither her normal clothes nor her gym clothes. Where had they gone? Surely they hadn't just vanished. Clothes obviously didn't work like that. Did someone take them? If so, who? And why?

Beginning to panic, she tried to think of a solution. All the other lockers were locked, so she wouldn't be able to take someone else's, not that she would. The room was also already locked, so she also couldn't grab some spare clothes the school offered. The towel was too small to wear around, and she wouldn't want to do that anyway. Though if it came down to it, it might be preferable to complete nudity.

Thankfully there was no one else still there, so she crept through the locker room, feeling weird being naked in here. She shivered a little at the feeling of the cold air against her warm, still slightly damp body, as well as the cold floor against her bare feet. She moved to the door, and opened it enough to stick her head out into the hallway. People were at lunch, so there was no one there. If she wanted to make a break for it, this was the best time, but she didn’t even know where she would go. She probably shouldn’t go up to the office for several reasons...

She moved back inside the room. Once again, she desperately looked around the room, trying to find something to save her from this situation.

What does she do?

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