(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)
Yukari had just completed one stretch of hall without incident. Apart from the occasional unpleasant contact with the artificial plant in her arms, there hadn't been any hindrances.
She had almost neared the corner which would lead to the last stretch of hall, and finally the gym, when nervousness pulled at her to stop, and glance behind her shoulder to triple-check the expanse behind her.
Not a soul. Yukari was totally in the clear! Barely ten feet left. Yukari took a steadying breath, and readied herself to cross the rest of the space between her and blessed safety.
Her enthusiasm doubled, Yukari continued on, rounded the corner, and gave a startled gasp as she collided with something, hard. Her grip faltered immediately, causing her to drop the plant, pot and all, against the tiled floor before her. More alarming than the audible impact of the pot to the ground was the obvious presence of something in front of her.
With her rear to the cold ground and her hands upon the floor to support her weight, Yukari gulped as she looked up from her exposed midsection, slowly noticing...
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