"So," Yukari said, trying to change the topic, "What can you do, Shinjiro?"
The tall boy looked away. "Well," he murmured, "I'm just lucky, I guess."
"Luck isn't exactly what I had in mind. I'm talking more of special abilities. Maaaagic!" she said, wiggling her fingers teasingly under his nose.
"It's more of a streetfighting thing. Fights generally tend to work out in my favour," he said.
"Well, then show me!" Yukari said, drawing her bow.
"Wait, you can't do that, Yukari-chan!" Minako said, grabbing her bow and tugging at it. "You could hurt him!"
The bow snapped. Yukari stared at the bow for a moment, and then discarded it. "Fine then," she said. "Let's try something else instead. Agi!" she exclaimed, sending a blast of fire at Shinjiro. The boy's jacket caught aflame. As he struggled to put it out, however, the sprinkler system in the area activated, drenching the students and dousing the flames.
"Ugh," Yukari said. "That was just a coincidence." Everyone was staring at her. "What," she asked.
She looked down at herself. She was soaked. The thin fabric of her white shirt clung to the shape of her breasts. It was soaked through to the point of being nearly transparent, exposing her pale pink nipples to the class. Hurriedly, she folded her arms over her chest, her face scarlet.
Fuming, she drew on her favorite element. "Garu," she shrieked, hurling a blast of wind at Shinjiro. The boy was hurled back. In the process, however, the hem of her skirt flew up, once again putting her pink panties on display. She yanked her skirt down. She was the leader of this team, and she wasn't about to lose. She hurled several consecutive blades of air at Shinjiro. A ripping sound was heard, and Shinjiro fell back, looking up.
"Well," Yukari said. "Where is your luck now?" She stood down at Shinjiro, who stared up at her blankly. "He's clearly had enough."
"Ah, Yukari-chan?" Minako asked delicately.
"What?" Yukari asked.
"Your p-p-p..." she stuttered, pointing.
Yukari looked down. The blasts of wind had ripped the thin fabric of her pink panties, the ruined remains of which now lay at her feet.
Shinjiro looked up at her long legs. "Pink," he murmured, before passing out. Yukari hurriedly pressed her thighs together, and held down the hem of her skirt.
"I'd say that he was pretty lucky," Junpei acknowledged.
END
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