Classes were just about to let out.

(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Chihiro usually hated when classes let out. Not only because she was comfortable with the quiet, studious interior that class afforded her, but because she hated being in halls full of passing students. It was noisy, chaotic, and worst of all, **** her to pass by numerous strangers, often in very close confines.

There would have been no worse time than after the door closed behind her. Chihiro took in a breath, and looked around, weighing her options. Student Council, of course. Even if no one was there yet, she'd just wait until Mitsuru or another sempai arrived, then...

Riiiiiiing. Her eyes shot to the bell above her, then back behind her, frantically realizing the students were getting up!

Chihiro had a matter of seconds to react, and react she did.

Holding her jacket steady with one hand, Chihiro's only option was...