She hears the sound of tearing fabric.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Chihiro had kept her hands close to her hips the moment she finished her assigned task, having every intention of preventing that skirt from fluttering about. It succeeded, thankfully. None seemed the wiser. Yet as Chihiro began making her away from the board and back to her desk, the last thing in the world she wanted to hear was her accompaniment.

A very faint but distinct sound of tearing cloth... and the chilling sensation of a draft along her right leg. Something had caught her unraveled skirt, and she the sensation of the breeze made the location of the rend in the fabric as clear as day; it was along the outer curve of her left cheek, and quite high.

Thankfully its intimate location meant that no one could see it. Were she to walk back to her desk and that skirt to flow around her legs as she walked, though...

Chihiro exerted immense restraint to keep a blush from affecting her complexion, before she reluctantly...