Tried to fix them and write at the same time.

(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)

Fuuka didn't dare draw attention to herself by ceasing her writing altogether. She kept one hand on the chalk, and carefully eased her other hand downward, hoping no one noticed her arm's odd trajectory as it inched down her stomach. Her fingers gripped the hem of her shorts, and gently tugged them back into place.

The result was that they ceased their descent, thankfully, but for how long? She had to get back to her seat, fast. Fuuka quickly moved her hand away as she finished writing, bowed her head, and hurried back to her seat.

That was only the beginning of her problems, though, since...