Oyafune Suama rushed back to the staff room.
Komoe-sensei must have gone somewhere because she was gone.
Suama had tried using her handkerchief to wipe off the grass and dirt.
(Wah!! Dirt, dirt, DIRT!! It's on face, IT'S ON MY FACE! Oh, no! I may have wiped off my eyebrows with the handkerchief!! What do I do!? WHAT DO I DO!?)
She was obviously panicked, and, after she had confirmed that no one else was in the staff room, she pulled out her hand-mirror to check forgetting to head to the bathroom first.
At least her eyebrows were fine.
But that wasn't enough to calm her down.
It was advantageous to be beautiful.
Which also meant that it was disadvantageous to not be beautiful.
(Let's see. It's on my clothes. It's here, too. And here!! My hair is all messed up, I'm covered in sweat, and there's a run in my stockings from walking so quickly. Where do I start in fixing this!?)
She started by taking off the coat of her suit and wiped off the dirt that had made it onto her white blouse. Then she started unbuttoning her blouse in order to shake out the dirt she couldn't get off just by brushing it. Then she took off the beige stockings with a run in them and put on the spare one she had in her bag. In order to do this, she had to push her tight skirt up, but she didn't have time to care. She had to turn herself back into her usual perfect beautiful self as quickly as possible.
But…
All of a sudden the door to the staff room started to slide open.
Suama was raising one of her legs in order to put the stockings on and she jumped out of shock.
"Ah. Wait. Stop!!"
She tried to stop it.
"Eh? What's wrong?"
Her words had clearly reached whoever was on the other side of the door, but the door opened anyways.
Kamijou Touma was standing there.
Oyafune Suama currently had the front of her blouse open so her black bra was visible. Also, her tight skirt was still pushed up in order to put on the stockings.
"Ky-"
She almost screamed, but cut herself off.
Instead of screaming, she reached her hand over to her desk and grabbed the magnetic 50 cm classroom set square and threw it full force at the staff room entrance.
Kamijou slammed the door shut and the edge of the set square stuck into the door like a shuriken.
The rest of the set square twanged back and forth.
She heard Kamijou yelling from the hallway.
"Waaaahhh!! Are you trying to kill me!?"
"Why did you open the door after I told you to stop!?"
After she had gotten the stockings on, closed the front of her blouse, and put on the coat of her suit that was folded over the back of her chair, she headed out to the hallway.
But she heard an odd ripping sound come from her thighs.
"…"
Suama looked down at her thighs to see if the brand new stockings she had only worn for 2 minutes had a run in it.
"U-um…Excuse me…"
Almost as if he had timed it, Kamijou cautiously opened the staff room door again.
He saw Oyafune Suama standing with her legs spread apart, her skirt pulled up, and bent over staring at her crotch area.
This wasn't just a scene a beauty shouldn't let anyone see; this was a scene a woman shouldn't let anyone see.
"!!"
This time the math teacher silently grabbed a giant protractor for the blackboard and threw it towards the door. Another piece of teaching equipment was now stuck in the once-again closed door.
A quavering voice came in from the hallway.
"I was just going to explain why I had come in before!!"
"What possible reason could you have had to make this situation even worse like that!? Explain to me your reason as concisely as you can!!"
"Um, it's almost past the time we can stay at school. Can we quit weeding now?"
"Is that all!?"
The veins on Oyafune Suama's temple bulged. She grabbed the giant compass for the blackboard from her desk and ran out of the staff room intending to knock that trouble student down with it.
But Kamijou Touma was gone.
She glimpsed a figure running around the corner heading for the stairs.
"What's going on here…?"
Suama mumbled that in complete exhaustion, but there was no one around to hear it.