Fuuka keeps her jacket on

(chapter originally written by MinakoTenFour at writing.com)

Her cheeks red, Fuuka quickly donned her jacket once more, practically yanking the zipper back up in order to hide her bra. Having her panties on display was embarrassing, to be certain, but she'd still rather be showing those than her bra, especially with all the extra bare skin around it. But now she was back to square one. Actually, it wasn't even square one. Square one was when all she'd lost was her skirt.

Squirming with embarrassment, Fuuka paced around the empty classroom, wracking her brain to come up with an escape plan. Maybe she could just hide in the classroom until the school closed, then escape back to the dorm under cover of darkness. No, no, that wouldn't work. Then she'd end up locked inside the school again and...well, that just wasn't an option. Tartarus was deadly even under good conditions, so she didn't want to think about what it would be like to scamper around the labyrinthine tower dressed like this.

She knew she was going to have to make her escape soon, though. The school would be open for another hour at most. It was then that Fuuka had an idea: What if she were to escape through a window, then climb down off the roof and down onto the track field? She had never been any good at sports or exerting herself, but if she were careful - very, very careful - she might be able to slide down a nearby drain pipe and then hide in the bushes until she reached the monorail. How she was going to deal with that was...well, she'd figure that out later.

This still seemed like a terrible plan, but her only other option was to head back into the hall and brave the first floor lobby. There was another problem, however; one which, like her unraveled shirt, Fuuka didn't immediately notice: When she'd yanked the zipper on her school jacket back up, it had been so frantic and with such **** that it had been partially torn from its track. The jacket was closed, for the time being, but there was now a noticeable gap at the bottom where Fuuka's belly button was now peeking out. If that zipper gap were to catch on something, Fuuka's jacket would be ripped clean open. Of course, she didn't realize any of this just yet.

Fuuka knew she needed to make a decision now, so she decided to-