...
"On that note..." Kaito says, trying to avoid looking at me.
Everyone looks at me.
"Ara, so lewd~" Touko giggles.
Lenah sighs, pressing her hand to her forehead in annoyance.
"What's wrong?" I ask, confused.
"Well, um…" Kaito stammers, his face flushing slightly.
"He's experiencing vocabulary failure. Allow me to clarify." Haruka says, taking over.
"What you are providing, ace, is a perfect, real-world example of 'fanservice'."
"Fan... Service?"
"It's a common trope in pre-Calamity media," Haruka explains.
"It refers to content that is designed to please the audience, often by showcasing characters in sexually suggestive or otherwise appealing situations. A common example is the 'accidental fanservice' trope, where a character's clothing is unintentionally disheveled, revealing a glimpse of skin or undergarments."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Well, let's analyze the data, shall we?" Haruka points her chopsticks directly at my chest.
"Data point one: Blouse."
"Fabric integrity is compromised. Diagonal tear runs from the collarbone down, passing dangerously close to your left nipple. The tension from the undersized fit pulls the torn edges apart, maximizing exposure. Classic battle-damage fanservice."
"Data point two: Skirt." Haruka's chopsticks move downwards, tracing the line of my leg.
"Pleated construction is in disarray. Significant portion of the plaid fabric on the right side has been shredded, exposing not only your thigh but the entire side profile of your panties. Any slight movement offers a direct line of sight."
"Which brings us to data point three,"
"The panties. Black. High-contrast against your skin, making them impossible to ignore through the shredded skirt. Furthermore, the angle of the tear puts them on perfect display. It's not just a reveal; it's a presentation. Maximized impact."
She sets her chopsticks down with a soft clink.
"Conclusion: Your current state is a masterclass in unintentional fanservice."
"I am not—!" I shoot up from the seat.
I'm about to protest, but I glance down at my body.
...
My face flushes crimson as I take in the full extent of the damage.
I can see the areola of my left breast...
And my black panties are indeed on full display through the shredded skirt.
"H-How did this happen?!"
My right arm instinctively crosses over my chest, while my left arm attempts to cover up my thigh.
"I… I don't remember any of this!"
"Evidence suggests it occurred during your engagement with the hostile anomaly," Haruka replies.
"The kinetic force from your 'Inverse Flash,' combined with the entity's own energy output, clearly exceeded the material's stress tolerance. It's a perfect real-world demonstration of fabric failure under extreme duress! The information is invaluable."
"Inverse flash, huh?" Lenah says, her expression turning suspicious.
"Ara, my little sister is already pulling out moves like that. Onee-chan may need to get serious~" Touko says, dragging her fingertip slowly across her lower lip.
I ignore their comments, focusing solely on the immediate problem: my current state of undress. I can't just sit here like this!
I quickly turn away from the group.
"I-I'm going to change," I mutter,
And rush out of the kitchen, heading straight for the room I was in earlier.
I'm practically half-naked, and Haruka just gave me a detailed breakdown of my 'accidental fanservice.'
It makes my skin crawl.
But underneath the crawling skin… Something else.
Sense of pride, maybe? A thrill? I don't know.
I can't deny that I feel a little… powerful. I was able to take down that thing... or rather, that girl.
And I did it while wearing a torn-up outfit.
"It's a good look for you, Horikita." The words come out of my own mouth, without me intending to say them.
I slam the door behind me, letting out a shaky breath.
What is happening to me?!
I look around for clothes, but find nothing.
I walk towards the bed and sit on it.
"What am I going to do..."
My eyes drop to the state of it.
Torn blouse, exposed skin, panties peeking through the ruined skirt.
Battle scars, Haruka called it 'fanservice.' Kaito couldn't even look.
Am I... Desirable like this?
Almost without thinking, my right index finger traces the outline of my exposed areola.
Would Kaito like it?
Or perhaps… Lenah? I'm not sure why I even think that.
Onee-chan would definitely like it.
My finger strokes the tip of my inverted nipple through the ripped fabric.
"Hngh..."
And then, there's Haruka and Kotori.
Haruka would probably find it… Interesting data.
And Kotori… I'm not sure...
But...
If she did that to me again.
My left hand involuntarily moves down to my skirt, and I tease the outline of my panties.
"Mmh..."
Both hands... I can't stop either of them...
Just as my left hand arrives on top of my pussy—
*Knock knock*
I jump, startled, and quickly pull my hands away.