Mitsuru makes the run to the gym.

(chapter originally by faith at writing.com)

For the moment, the hallways were silent and still. One could almost imagine that the Dark Hour had descended if not for the sunlight still pouring in through the windows. Mitsuru resolved to take advantage of the moment, rather than allow the calm before the storm to break while she was still out in the open. A slim hope was better than none at all. At worst, the gym might provide some cover in which to hide until the building was vacant and she could contact someone trustworthy to aid her. Preferably Minako or Yurkari or another female ally. Akihiko might be reliable, but...no. Letting him know about this humiliating situation would be deeply embarrassing for both of them. Junpei of course was out of the question. He would peek, and she would be **** to execute him, and then where would they be?

Such were her thoughts as she carefully made her way across the school. Tell tale foot falls allowed her to slink around corners or hide behind lockers as needed. She had a few close calls, but did manage to make her way to the gym unseen (if nothing else, exploring the tower honed one's ability to avoid or get the drop on enemies with great alacrity). The gym, however, was occupied. And from the sounds of metal clashing against metal with a whip like snap-snap, Mitsuru could guess what club was meeting tonight. She cringed inwardly. Of course the fencing club, of which she was a prominent member, had relocated to this area due to renovations in their wing. It seemed fate wanted to expose her humiliating situation to the associates she worked with most closely.

Mitsuru shook her head. No turning back now. Unfortunately, she would make too much noise in her thick leather boots. Breathing in deeply, she unzipped her boots and removed them. The floor beneath her bare feet felt strange and cold, but it would allow her to move more quickly and quietly throughout the area.

Mitsuru snuck into the gym, carefully timing her entry when the student's backs were turned. As silently and swiftly as possible, Mitsuru slunk behind the bleachers. This situation was more and more awkward by the moment. She could either wait for her club to leave, or sneak to the locker rooms on the other side of the gym. Either way, the odds of being seen grew higher.