Nobody in this room knew he was a boy yet, so he quickly used his hands to cover his crotch in hopes that his secret would be revealed. Also, printed right on the rear of the pair was the phrase "SMARTY PANTS".Īs soon as Chihiro realized what had happened, he immediately started panicking.
That wasn't the only thing that was now exposed, as without his skirt, Chihiro's underwear was left on full display to everyone in the room! Chihiro was currently wearing a pair of off-white briefs, featuring a pattern of multicolored math equations. His poofy brown skirt was laying limply at his ankles, leaving his pale white legs completely uncovered. Curious as to what it was, Chihiro looked down, only to make the most horrifying discovery. He only made it one step forward before there was a soft thud of fabric falling to the ground. "Chihiro, are you ready to present now?" she asked.Ĭhihiro hesitated for just a moment before saying, "I think so." Looking over at the person sitting beside him, he saw Naegi giving him a subtle thumbs up, which gave him all the confidence he needed to get up from his seat at the front of the class, unaware of what was about to happen. Before Chihiro could continue worrying, the teacher suddenly spoke up. He had practiced over and over last night so that nothing would go wrong, but he even that could only help his anxiety so much.
He was slightly nervous, as today was his day to go before the class and give a short update on his projects and talent. It had been about 30 minutes since class had started, and so far it had been particularly uneventful, though that didn't bother Chihiro. Since Chihiro was still sitting down, nothing happened, but it would only be a matter of time before her action paid off. Looking around, no one seemed to have noticed her deed, or if they did they didn't care enough to comment on it in the middle of class. She quickly went to work, and with one swift snip, cut the back of Chihiro's suspenders that supported her poofy skirt.
Slipping her hand under her skirt, she grabbed one of her scissors from her holster. A way she could get at Chihiro without having to outright harm her. That, and she had promised her beloved Master to tone it down with the whole "murder" thing.Īnd that was when a funny little idea popped into Genocide Jack's mind. She had debated killing Chihiro before, but she dared not taint her glorious scissors with a girl's blood. Why the hell was a girl allowed to be that cute? Somehow Chihiro was cuter than half of the guys in the room, and that pissed Genocide Jack off to no end. Chihiro's mere existence bothered Genocide Jack. She knew if she tried to leave both the teacher and some of her classmates would probably try and make a fuss about it, and worst case scenario she could always just spend the whole class staring at the cute boys as happy, murderous thoughts ran through her head.Īfter looking around the room, Genocide Jack's eyes fell on the only person who was seated in front of her. Genocide Jack considered getting up and walking out at that very moment, but something kept her seated. She wasted no time in going to the front of the room and starting class. Toko Fukawa was long gone, and in her place sat Genocide Jack.īut before she could so much as belt out her signature laugh, the teacher walked in. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes turned blood red. But a minute or so before the class begun, something happened that was sure to make today memorable for everyone else.Īs soon as she sneezed, her other personality took over.
Now, her class at Hope's Peak wasn't terrible, per se, but they weren't all that stimulating, and truth be told Toko just wanted to work on her latest novel. Also contains spoilers for chapter 2 of DR1.Īs Toko Fukawa sat down at her desk, she mentally prepared herself for the class that was about to start.
If that is not your thing, you are free to leave. Warning: This story involves male underwear exposure.