A massive class, and Byleth acting innocent.

Dozens of eyes slammed into Bernadetta all at once, burning her naked form into their vision for eternity. This was it, this was when they were all going to mock her. They probably all knew the consequences of missing their exam, and none had ever told her before now just to laugh at her. At the very least, Professor Byleth will be there to support her if anything happened.

Only one thought ran through Bernadetta's mind as she stood there, shivering at their intense stares.

"Oh god, why did her professor have to recruit almost EVERYONE from the other houses?!"

No matter what she did, she couldn't go back now. She could see Edelgard's puzzled expression, as if she were trying to work out the reasoning behind her state of dress... Across the room, Sylvian was about to open his mouth to say something, before being elbowed so hard in the stomach by Ingrid that he doubled over in pain... Mercedes and Annette, on the other hand, seemed to be giving some weird looks of... understanding? Weird, but it didn't help her at the moment. Lindhardt simply opened one eye to look at the reason for the sudden silence, before yawning and immediately going back to sleep, really not helping Bernadetta's already low amount of self-respect.

All throughout the classroom, similar scenes played out, with many of the more innocent students simply getting a full-faced blush and attempting to cover their eyes, such as Ashe, Marianne, and interestingly Felix as well. The weirdest reaction, however, was Professor Byleth's, as she seemed to be staring at her with a look of... confusion?

"Bernadetta... what exactly are you wearing? Or... not wearing?"

Those words, combined with the genuine look of bewilderment on her teachers face, was the last straw that completely drained the small amount of confidence that she had built up. Immediately springing her hands up to cover herself once again, as if it would do anything for her at this point, she attempted to stutter out an explanation.

"I couldn't- you said this morning that- the armor exam meant that-"

"Armor exam? Bernadetta, I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never heard of any certification to simply wear light armor... Even if there was, why would that prevent you from wearing clothing?"

Murmurs rang out throughout the class as she spoke, everyone clearly confused about what she could possibly be talking about. Bernadetta simply stood there, mouth open wide trying to make sense of what was going on as her professor continued.

"I did talk to you this morning, but it was about how you couldn't miss any more lessons if you didn't want to be expelled. You passed out halfway through... are you sure it wasn't some sort of stress-induced fever dream?"

Byleth spoke calmly, her face not betraying any emotion whatsoever. However, internally, she could barely hear herself think over the absolutely raucous laughter of Sothis, the small goddess making no secret of how she was enjoying Byleth's little improvisation. To be honest, neither actually expected Bernadetta to come to class, assuming that she'd probably just run around screaming for a while before hiding in the sauna or something along those lines. However, with a bit of quick thinking, they had managed to figure out a way to keep their fun going while also avoiding the class turning on them.

Bernadetta was just about ready to scream again, not sure what to believe, when suddenly an orange cloth was draped around her shoulders. Looking up, she saw a surprisingly comforting smile coming from Leonie, the tomboy in class who she hadn't really had much opportunity to speak to yet. She had removed her cloak from her waist and used it to try to give Bernadetta a small shred of decency. It may not have covered her lower body, her crotch still fully exposed, but at the very least it allowed her to hide her breasts from the class.

"Professor, could I take Bernadetta back to her room for now? She's obviously not feeling well at the moment..."

The ginger's request was a simple one, but it sent Byleth into overdrive trying to think of what she should do. Should she refuse, and let Bernadetta's humiliation go on for a bit longer? She could probably make up some excuse about the Archbishop demanding she stay. Or should she let the poor girl off the hook?