Her apron started coming undone.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

The knots Minako had tied to hold her apron together weren't exactly put together with a steady hand. Unbeknownst to Minako, it was only a matter of time before those knots failed. Unfortunately, the knots chose the worst possible moment to fail. When Minako turned to face Ken, that was all the **** needed to undo the knot behind her neck, the two thin strands of fabric sliding off her neck and pulling the upper half of her apron down with them. **** to explain herself, Minako failed to notice her sudden exposure.

"Listen, I've been trying to explain, but people keep interrupting me!" Minako said, happy to see that Ken at least seemed to be giving her undivided attention. "I know it sounds crazy, but I went to take a nap on a bench, and woke up without my skirt! I tried to find a place to hide, and kinda... lost my panties and wound up in here. It's... complicated."

Minako paused, hoping Ken would say something. Anything. A word of understanding, or comfort, or even doubt. Instead, the young boy continued to stare at her intently, slackjawed.

"Uh... Ken-kun?" Minako asked, suddenly worried about her friend's odd behavior. "Are you okay? You're being awfully quiet..."

That's when Minako realized that Ken's stare wasn't quite matching up with her face. In fact, it was aimed a bit lower. Following Ken's gaze, Minako shrieked as she discovered her fallen apron, displaying her bare chest directly to Ken's face! No wonder he hadn't said anything, the poor kid was mesmerized!

"EEK! K-Ken, stop looking!" Minako screamed, clapping her arms over her chest. She couldn't believe she'd just flashed Ken, of all people! Sure, he wasn't as perverted as, say, Junpei, but he was just a kid!

With his view of Minako's magnificent chest obstructed, Ken was slightly roused from his stupor. Still, the noises that came from his mouth didn't exactly qualify as words, but rather strangled attempts at speaking. Minako could tell she wasn't going to make any progress like this.

Minako did the first thing that came to mind: hide so she could try to fix this little problem. Without stopping to consider the potential problems, Minako ducked under the booth table, intent on simply ducking out of sight. Unfortunately, this plan would immediately prove itself a poor one, as-