"Yukiko-sempai..." Hikari murmurs, not really thinking about how it might<em>sound</em>to someone finding her in such a state, in such a place.  The awareness of the boys is there, now, and a part of her certainly burns with embarrassment at being seen in such condition, but there's something more important on her mind.  "...  Noriko-sensei..."<br/><br/>A shiver runs down her spine even as she draws the coat tighter around her shoulders, pushing herself off the edge of the desk with a tiny squeak.  She finds her feet unsteady underneath her, her knees a bit wobbly.  A brief glance is spared back toward the seemingly furious Masato, then a longer look at Matt, and her cheeks flare red deeper than the flush of sexual heat that lingers on them.  Moving awkwardly, she takes a few tilted, teetering steps to where her skirt lies discarded and gathers it up, mewling softly, "I'm...  f-fine, Tatami-san.  Ano...  Yukiko and Noriko-sensai..."<br/><br/>"Ahmm..." Hikari glances back over her shoulder toward Matt again, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth nervously.  Though she wants to ask him to look away, something about doing so seems silly, and she doesn't want to seem ungrateful for the rescue.  After a moment of indecision, she sheds the coat with her back turned toward him, replacing her skirt on her otherwise bare hips--her panties seem to have been misplaced in the proverbial 'fray'--and quickly reaching for her shirt, draped over a nearby student's desk carelessly.  The garments aren't exactly sufficient; her breasts are far too big (and her nipples far too stiff) to be sporting the button-up shirt without a bra, as the snares directly over her bustline seem fit to burst, strained so far that diamond-shaped 'viewing holes' into her cleavage form between the buttons, while her skirt isn't long enough to cover the glistening moisture down the inside of one thigh, and only seems to tantalize with the shifting of its pleats as she moves.<br/><br/>Throw in the fact that she's aglow with a gleaming sheen of sweat and still smells unmistakably of sex, and it adds up to a rather poor effort at modesty.