Afternoon, Class 2-D

Ann was in a bind.

Her now bare legs shivered. She needed to find a way out of class. She threw her eraser at Ren, who was sleeping behind her. "Mmh?" he replied.

"Idiot. I need your help," she whispered. "Lend me your math text book."

"Is something the matter, Ann?" the teacher called out.

"Ahahaha, no," Ann laughed nervously. I just needed to borrow his book."

"Fine, go ahead."

They shifted their desks into position and class continued. Ren continued to doze. She threw her eraser at Ren again. It bounced off his head and fell to the floor. "Mmh?" he queried.

"Don't draw attention to us! Besides, you need to find a way to get me out of here. This is your fault anyways."

Ren sighed at the demanding girl. "Fine," he said, leaning back and patting the floor with a hand. He looked for the eraser and saw it under Ann's chair. "One moment," he said.

Ann felt his hair brush off her shins as he reached around for the eraser under her desk. She let out a yelp and pressed her thighs together. "W-w-what are you doing?!" she nearly shouted at him.

"Ann, is there a problem?"

Ann sweated nervously. "N-n-not at all, sensei," she stuttered.

"Stop distracting the class and come to the board and solve this problem."

Ann stood up swiftly, feeling everyone's eyes on her. Her skirt felt extremely short. She pressed her hands on her skirt, feeling that the slightest movement would expose herself to the class. She took short unsteady steps forward, her knees shaking. She was sure that she could hear whispers from her classmates. She was wondering if they could tell that she had nothing on underneath.

After what felt like an eternity, Ann arrived at the blackboard. She looked at Ren helplessly. He seemed to be making some sort of gesture. Was that a... four?

She stared at the board. Did that make sense?

"Well Ann?"

"Teacher, it's really hot in here. Can we crack open a window and let some air into here?" Ryuji asked.

"Don't!" Ann roared at him. She blushed furiously as the class stared at her. "Y-y-you can't do that, we have to solve this problem first!"

Ryuji blinked. "Aren't you solving the problem," he asked.

Ann's knuckles whitened as she held her skirt. "W-w-we just can't!" she ended lamely.

"Would you just solve the problem?"

"Look, I need to open the window." Ryuji stood up. Ann sweated profusely as he approached the window.