The top became irrevocably damaged.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

The tear of fabric had gone unnoticed for a time as Toriumi continued back to her door. It was around the time that she reached it that she felt the cool draft at her side.The thin top had been torn from its lowest hem to just shy of her shoulder. In short, unwearable without extensive stitching.

After giving her attire a quick glance to appraise the damage, she gave an annoyed sigh. Well, it wasn't like she wore that top to work or anything.

She'd either sew it herself or get someone from home economics to fix it.

It wasn't like that was her only problem, though. Just as Toriumi saw her door in sight...