Usui Takumi finished his cleaning duties in class 2-1 at Seika High, a school that only recently became a co-ed school four years ago. As a result the ratio of boys to girls attending Seika is 80 to 20.
Usui starts off towards his apartment. The sun had started to set and the sky was gradually dyed the sky a variety of reds, purples, oranges, and blues. The day had been partially cloudy so the sky now looked like a warm-colored canvas with black and gray splotches. Usui sighed into the faded day. As he walked his existence droned to the back of his mind. He was held captive by his own thoughts.
He thought of Misaki and when he learned her secret. He recalled walking through the city and seeing her take out the trash at Maid Latte. She was in her work uniform, a frilly maid uniform with stockings. He found it looked amazing on her and so he thought he was seeing a real piece of her and this excitement caused his heart to tighten. When he heard her story he was a bit pleased to learn more about her. From that day forward nearly every day he came to Maid Latte to support Misaki.
But now… he had never felt so weak, so useless, and unlovable. He wanted nothing more than to fall into Misaki's arms. He knew he had hurt even her. He had made her fell useless and failed to reassure her. Even so somehow she didn't hate him. And now … oh god. He can't stand to believe it, how horrible his family could be. Usui didn't think he could stand to go home, if he saw himself in the mirror he would surely vomit.
He looked up to see he was at the entrance of Maid Latte. Misaki would get off from work in an hour. He wanted nothing more to hold her close and breathe in her scent. She would be working on the floor now so if he did that now then surly the moron trio would freak out and unnecessary attention would arise. He didn't even know how he got here. Wouldn't he need to take the train to get here? He started home yet again and came to a crossroad halfway home.
He heard a horn in the distance. He thought if he ended it right here, he wouldn't make Misaki suffer. He wouldn't need to see his family or even his own face. He wouldn't need to hear another confession from some girl he didn't even know. He wouldn't even need to hear the senior's half-assed praise. The train raced towards and he slowly stepped on the tracks. He heard a distant noise that sounded vaguely familiar. A tear ran down and gently stroked his cheek. He was frightened beyond belief but then and there steadily accepted his death.