The effects of the stew had worn off... and a sane Minako was starting to panic!

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

"Oh, Fuuka, what have I done?! We're so screwed!" Minako whined, her body huddled up and shivering in fear and embarrassment.

"Minako-chan? Oh, thank goodness you've come to your senses." Fuuka said, relieved that her friend had regained her sanity. "The way you were going, there was no telling what you might have done next."

"Don't remind me." Minako mumbled, studiously avoiding eye contact with Fuuka. "I probably would've done something really dangerous, like start... touching myself or something."

Fuuka couldn't imagine how she would have dealt with a development like that. Thankfully that wasn't a risk any more, though that didn't solve their current predicament. As things stood for the two, their situation was still decidedly disastrous; hiding underneath the bleachers, an entire class mere meters away, and the only way to any kind of clothing would require risking complete exposure. Maybe, just maybe, with Minako's sane mind on their side, the two naked ladies might be able to get through this unseen.

Of course, that would require Minako calming down a bit. As it was, Fuuka found herself as the more rational of the two as Minako did little more than shake and mutter to herself. If Fuuka didn't want to be stuck under these bleachers all day, she'd need to find a way to settle Minako down. Remembering a few movies she'd seen, Fuuka carefully pulled back a hand and gave Minako a quick slap across the face. For a brief moment the two girls were both startled by the sound of the slap, Fuuka forgetting how important it was to keep quiet. Thankfully luck seemed to be on Fuuka's side for once, and the sound went unnoticed by the other students; even luckier, Minako seemed to settle down!

"Minako-chan, I know this is scary, but I need you to be focused right now." Fuuka said. "We need to come up with a plan if we're gonna get out of here."

"Y-you're right, Fuuka-chan." Minako mumbled, a hand cradling the cheek Fuuka had smacked. "I just... after everything I did, and I couldn't control myself... Nevermind. Come on, let's try to figure something out."

Carefully, the two SEES girls crept toward the front of the bleachers, keeping themselves somewhat obscured from sight while allowing them a decent view of the gymnasium. The class seemed to be playing kickball, which unfortunately meant that there were eyes on pretty much every area of the gym floor. There was no way Fuuka and Minako could sneak by with the class spread out like that. Unfortunately for them, it seemed that they'd need to wait out the class period and try to slip into the locker room when the opportunity arose.

Of course, this plan would require nobody looking under the bleachers...