(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Chihiro's blouse was back over her lap. Hardly ideal, but she could work out the logistics of its placement later. It was a miracle no one had seen her yet, and Chihiro was not about to push her luck by letting her situation get any worse.
Once the tear on her sleeve began to progress, she reached over with both hands, gripping it tightly. Once she was sure it had no way of falling off, she'd use her free hand to look for a way of securing it. There was bound to be something in her desk even if it was just some string to tie her sleeve together.
Unfortunately, the material of the jacket wasn't accustomed to that kind of strain. Although she managed to keep the left half from coming apart... Chihiro felt her heart sink as she heard a tear from her right side. And that time she knew what it was.
There was a tear slowly but surely traveling up the right side of her jacket. She had to hold it together!
Chihiro reacted in record time. She...
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