The corridors were full and the bustle was shared in every corner of Kuri's high school, even in the section of the women's restrooms; upstairs.
In one of the individual cubicles, with the door closed, Alexa struggled to stand leaning against the door, feeling her knees tremble, her heart skips a beat, tears of a surprise effort running down her cheeks, and unyielding pressure was exerted on the pit of his stomach.
She containing one more arch, the fourth in the morning and the one with the greatest urgency. She didn't even wait to take the permission slip signed by Professor Yuuhi when she was already in front of the toilet in the bathroom with another spasm of nausea.
Breakfast, she thought at first.
No, a couple of simple slices of toast, butter, and jelly couldn't be the cause of s
