(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Chihiro could only stare in growing panic as the thin material slowly tore from the hook, and before she could intervene, the strap had been rendered useless.
The last thing she wanted was for the bra to become free _that _way!
Yet so it had, and she quickly moved away as the bra's undone half began to slide off her shoulder. She quickly clutched her hand over her right breast to keep the bra from descending any further, intent on not making a sound.
Finally, something broke the silence.
"I guess she isn't coming."
"Well, let's just get on with the meeting, then."
No! Anything but that!
Chihiro couldn't leave her hiding place with them in the room! She couldn't leave, period, unless she found some actual clothes!
The next few minutes were agonizing. Boring talk of the treasury, delinquents, the ever-present 'threat' of the smoker, and so on.
Chihiro was going crazy. She couldn't just sit there for an entire meeting! If anyone would help her, Mitsuru would. She'd get chewed out and be subject to no small amount of chastising... but her sempai would help her.
Except... Odagiri. He was a wild card. Was he mature enough to react unfazed, or would he humiliate her too? Chihiro could just lean out without showing that she had nothing on below the waist. Her bra was scandalous, but not too horrible to show off, as situations went. Far better than being naked.
She made up her mind. Chihiro decided she needed to...
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