Try and climb down from the roof by sliding down a nearby drain pipe

(chapter originially written by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Fuuka realized how outlandish this plan was, but her only other option would be to walk through a crowd of her peers dressed as she was. How could she show her face in school after something like that? No, stealth was her only real option. Thankfully, Fuuka reasoned to herself, she was light enough that she shouldn't have too much trouble keeping her grip and sliding down the drainage pipe. Likewise, the pipe was unlikely to fall out of place due to her weight. All in all, the plan was, at least in terms of physical danger, not terribly bad.

Sliding the classroom window open, Fuuka eyed the drainage pipe to her left with trepidation. Looking out onto the track field, Fuuka felt fortunate for the first time today as she found it blissfully empty. The track team must have already left for the day, so she wouldn't have an audience for her descent from the school. Making sure her bag was safely with her, Fuuka reached out and got as strong of a grip on the drainage pipe as she could muster. Carefully, Fuuka swung herself out of the window and hastily brought her other hand to the pipe, affixing herself to it and making sure her grip was nice and tight. Once she was sure she had a good grip, Fuuka slowly began to shimmy down the pipe.

Fuuka could only imagine how ridiculous she must look. Shimmying down the side of the school, her nylons doing a negligible job of hiding her panties, the colors of her uniform jacket contrasting sharply with the walls of the school would surely have drawn the eye of any observers in the area. Thankfully that wasn't an issue. What was an issue, however, was the drainage pipe itself. Due to building codes, the pipe was affixed to the wall of the building with a series of metal rings. Though they barely stood out from the pipe itself, they still stuck out enough to potentially snag debris such as falling leaves or the like. In this particular case, while there may not have been any falling leaves to snag on the rings, there was an abundance of material on Fuuka's person just begging to snag on one of them. So focused on keeping her grip and climbing down quickly, Fuuka was completely oblivious to yet another part of her wardrobe getting ready to abandon her.

Had she been a little bit more observant, Fuuka may have been able to free her-