It was summer at Gekkoukan High School, and that meant swim classes. A normal class was misery enough for Chihiro, but this special time of the year made physical education an absolute nightmare. Out of everything at this school, this was the one thing she completely hated. During a normal class, the bloomers were somewhat tolerable, due predominantly to Chihiro "accidentally" ordering a shirt that was one size too large - large enough to offer the modesty of a skirt, yet small enough to not get in the way during the day's activities. Plus, no matter how much she may sweat, the shirt never started to cling to her and frame her form. The swim suit was nowhere near as friendly.
It was a streamlined one-piece, to be fair, but that didn't make things better; in fact, it made things worse. It clung tightly to Chihiro's body, flaunting her curves for the whole class, and it only hugged her tighter once it was wet. The swim cap only exacerbated the problem, robbing her of the slight concealment offered by her hair. The only immediate benefit was the more modest bottom, which didn't show off nearly as much as the bloomers, but this comfort was fleeting. Swimming in it invariably wedged the back of it up the crack of a girl's butt, regardless of the wearer, and liberating it always showed off even more skin. Chihiro's face was almost constantly beet red out of the pool, and her posture took a hit in her efforts to hide, but these only seemed to make her stand out more, even before factoring in the other girl's apathetic expressions. Although, once in the pool, achieving whatever objective the teacher set usually blocked out all of these thoughts, and the splashing water did offer some concealment. Even a butterfly stroke was no big deal.
That didn't help matters.
The near-instant change in disposition during these days convinced her envious enemies their belief was on the mark. Their anger bubbled over during swim class, especially since Chihiro maintained her heavily-stressed act even in the changing room. However, it was the one class in which the students were required to strip bare. This was the time to strike.
On a normal day, Chihiro could hide her panties by slipping on her bloomers under the unfastened skirt, and could get her shirt on over her school blouse and wiggle out of the latter without problem. Her sock-clad feet were the only things she exposed while she was getting changed. The swimwear had no beautiful trick. She tried to find one, but there wasn't enough room to unhook and remove her bra, especially once she got the swimsuit under her blouse. A method probably existed, but the time needed would only get her a lecture, and eventually demerits. That said, she was usually exposed for no more than five seconds, even though it felt like an eternity. However, that's only when she's changing before class. After class...
"All right, shower off."
It wasn't exactly optional. The students just spent a whole period submerged in a pool. Clean as it was, the chlorine was already causing a rank smell to waft off their bodies, and they could already feel their skin getting stiff. The showers almost never saw use on a normal day - there were a few who refused to head back to class reeking of sweat and Mitsuru Kirijo got some bizarre kick out of showering after class recently, but those students could be counted on one hand; the vast majority of the students only washed their hands and face in a sink and applied a little more deodorant, and that's assuming they did anything besides change their clothes. Even with separate rooms, a swim class meant walking 50 or so steps dressed in nothing but a towel. Twice. Which was two times too many for Chihiro Fushimi, even before the other girls struck.
The precursor was a little mishap at the end of the class itself. While most of the group made a mad dash for the showers, one stayed behind near Chihiro. Once that was done, all she had to do was find that loose tile and give a cry.
"Nan-" Chihiro called. The cry was cut short when pool water filled her mouth. Her shadow had made sure to knock her into the pool. She made sure not to hurt the tease, only surprise her. Between the fall, the exit, and complaints to the teacher, the two of them wouldn't be getting into the showers until the rest of the class was exiting.
"You okay, Fushimi-san?" she asked, offering a hand.
Chihiro smiled up at her new companion, "Just spooked, thanks."
"Sorry about that." Turning to their teacher, "Sensei! When's that tile gonna be fixed?"
Admittedly, Chihiro somewhat appreciated the accident. Now that she was running late, there wouldn't be nearly as many people around when she was undressed. That means less witnesses, a straight path to the showers, no need to look around for a stall, and a straight path back to her clothes. All things considered, she'd be done at about the same time as usual, even if she did slow her pace to the changing room and shower slightly longer to ensure her savior was ahead of her the whole way.
Of course, Chihiro hadn't considered that it would mean anyone who cared to look could find her locker more easily. Garments being added to a locker stands out when every other locker is being emptied, more so since most students leave the lockers open once they're empty. But why would she think about that? The worst anyone has ever done was lock someone in the school overnight, and she didn't have those kinds of enemies, right?
"This everything?" the leader asked.
"The locker's empty," another girl answered. "She keeps everything besides her swimsuit, sneakers, and uwabaki in her bag."
A third said, "Made our job easy. All that's left are her towel and glasses."
"Then let's go!" the leader called grinning.
Even if the demure persona was an act concealing a tease, some teases wouldn't go out totally bare since there's no means of teasing. They had to make this one small sacrifice if they wanted to lure Chihiro out of the changing room. They would have taken her glasses, hoping she was blind without them, but they had a thought: if she can't see where she's going, she might not go anywhere. Besides, she always brought them to the shower and left them on the shelf for the soap. That's not nearly as easy to nab as something in an unguarded locker.
Chihiro emerged from the shower stall clinging the damp towel tightly. From the waist up, it showed off even more than the swimsuit, but the complete absence of prying eyes made it seem like she was in her bathroom at home. She couldn't even hear the other straggler at her locker, and the only shower head dripping was the one she just used. Her eyes confirmed what her ears heard: she was totally alone. It was paradise. Right until she got to her locker.
Why is the door open? Where's all my stuff? What's going on? Who would do this?
Chihiro's thoughts were racing. Her knees quickly grew weak, and she was getting pale all over. Wrapped up in what could be and how to prevent it, Chihiro was overlooking what already was. The bell was about to ring, flooding the halls with more students, yet a teacher was her best bet of getting out of this without anyone seeing more than this. She knew where to find the physical education teacher, at least she thought she did, but this wasn't the time for that method. Not yet, at least. If only Chihiro could recognize this detail.
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