rrrriiiiip!
The sound of tearing fabric was hard to miss, especially as the room fell silent almost immediately after it started. Mitsuru, surprised as she was by the sound, took a few seconds to fully comprehend what had happened. She was used to most eyes in the student council room being on her, but not quite like this. Chihiro's hands were clasped over her mouth in shock, Odagiri was actually making a point of looking at anything except Mitsuru, and the rest of the council members were either staring openly or trying to avert their eyes. Mitsuru wondered what was wrong. Was their something on her face? Had she said something offensive without realizing it?
Chihiro was, surprisingly, the one to break the silence. With one trembling hand pointing at the Kirijo heiress, the timid treasurer squeaked out "S-s-senpai! Your skirt!"
That was when Mitsuru looked down. While she had assumed to see her skirt torn, finally realizing what the tearing sound must have been, the sight she was greeted with was far worse. Rather than the black fabric of her skirt, Mitsuru only saw the bottom of her blouse covering her lacy black panties! Behind her, still hanging from the closed filing cabinet, hung the torn remains of her skirt. Mitsuru was flashing her panties to the entire Student Council! For once, the calm and collected Mitsuru was at an absolute loss for words and had no immediate resolution in mind.
Her first order of business was to try and cover herself. With only her hands to aid her, Mitsuru's efforts were weak at best as her delicate palms flattened across her front, though plenty of fine black lace was still openly visible. Her second order of business was to turn her head and inspect her ruined skirt. It looked as if the seam had failed completely and ripped apart under the strain of being held by the drawer as Mitsuru walked. In any case, the skirt would need some serious mending to function properly again.
Still, the biggest problem was that the Student Council, classmates and underclassmen all meant to look up to and respect Mitsuru, were now being treated to a peep show of her unmentionables. This absolutely would not do, and Mitsuru had to come up with a solution to the situation before her image was damaged any more than it just had been. To this end, Mitsuru realized that she needed to get some proper cover for her lower half. But how?
She could try to wrench open the cabinet and salvage her skirt, of course. The considerable damage would mean that Mitsuru would need to keep both hands on it to keep it on, assuming she could even pull it out in the first place. The skirt was hanging from the corner of the drawer, and the fabric might have jammed the slide the drawer moved along, essentially locking it up tight. Plus, doing this would mean exposing her backside to the room while both her hands were occupied with the drawer...
The second possible solution would be to run away. Get out of the room and try to find somewhere to hide. Then she could at least try to think of a more complete solution, and perhaps even find something to cover herself up with. Of course, that would mean running through the halls of the school with no skirt on...
Lastly, Mitsuru could try to appeal to the room for help. Perhaps someone could loan her a school jacket that she could tie around her waist? It wouldn't be perfect, but it would at least be something. Assuming, of course, that anybody was willing to do that for her. While Mitsuru was popular and loved, she was also envied, and there's no telling who might jump at the chance to make the redheaded beauty squirm...
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