Hello my lovely readers! I couldn't help but write this fanfic (even though I haven't finished some of my other ones)! I hope you like the aspect of shy Misaki!

Important/ not really: I'll be using Usui for his first name, not last.

Misaki's POV

I feebly walk down the hall nervously looking around at other people, trying not to knock into anyone. I finally get to my classroom where my only two friends, Sakura and Shizuko. I sit next to them in the center of the classroom and quietly make my presence known.

"Morning, Misa-Chan," Sakura chirps while giving me a hug, our usual morning routine.

"Get off of her, Sakura." Shizuko says while trying to pry my bubbly friend off of my neck.

Once prying Sakura off of me, I thank Shizuko for possibly saving my life and take out my material for notes before class begins. As usual, I hear the loud chanting of the Usui Tamaki fan club asking him to marry them. Usui Tamaki is the most popular student in the school since he is the best athlete in the school, the first option for every and anything, and 'the most handsome boy in the entire universe' according to his fan club. Though there is one thing that he's not the top at, academics. That's where I come in. I'm here on a scholarship, so I have to keep a good grade point average and I figured I might as well do the best I can do. It turns out, academically; I am the top of the school charts even though all people see is Tamaki's name on the charts when they are posted, never mine. I don't mind though, I prefer to stay away from the spot light.

Though I am the school's vice president, no one knows who I am. Only the teachers and my best and only friends are aware of my existence. It's a good thing though, if I have too much friends that'd take away from my job, my karate classes, and my school work, so I'm satisfied with the amount of friends that I have.

Finally, the teacher comes in the classroom and class starts.

The school day comes and goes in a flash. Before the final bell for class to let out rings, our teacher says she has an announcement for us.

"As you all should have heard, the student council president has graduated early, so we are in need of a new president. Our new president will be," The teacher makes a dramatic pause and then finally speaks, "Misaki Ayuzawa!"

The class looks very confused at the news. The teacher sweat drops and while mumbling how sad it is that they don't know who I am when I'm the second leader of the school and the smartest student here. She points to me while saying I'm the girl in between Sakura and Shizuko.

The class turns to me in unison and I immediately dislike the attention. I begin to fidget nervously under the attention and try to look for a way out of this situation. Unfortunately, I see none and train my amber eyes on my desk.

"Why can't Tamaki-kun do it? " A girl asks.

"As long as Misaki-Chan doesn't mind it I suppose it could be ok." My teacher responds after a few minutes of thinking.

"I don't mind." I reply quietly while having a huge party in my head. Unfortunately, the cops came and broke it up.

"No." Tamaki-Sama interjects. "I want to see if she can do it. It shouldn't be too much of a challenge since she's the smartest girl in the school."

"It's ok, really. Take it, I don't mind at all!" I reply all too quickly.

"Take it, I insist." He says with one of his famous persuasive smiles.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work on my since I've built up a resistance to all attempts of persuasion from any and every guy. Finally, the teacher insisted that I take the roll of student body president, crap.

The bell rings and we are set free. I quickly gather my things, say good-bye to my friends, and head for the train station. Once I get to the train station I barely get on the train that takes me towards my job, Maid Latte. I quickly scuttle through the café to the back and quickly change into my maid costume.

My boss, Satsuki tells me to take a tray to table number five and I do so without complaint.

"You two ordered the cake and the ketchup and rice omelet?" I ask to receive a nod from two high school students from a rival school. "Today we have a special that you can have anything you want written on it. What would you like written on it?"

One of them whispers something into my ear and requests it to be written on the omelet. My eyes widen in horror as what he said sinks in.

"I apologize, but I can't write that on anything," I say while trying to keep the irritation and disgust off of my face, "any other requests?"

"Yeah," The teen says, "how about your number?"

"Sorry, but workers aren't allowed to give away their numbers during hours." I say while placing a crisscross design on his omelet. "Please come back to Maid Latte, sirs!"

I hate how I am treated like a whore by some customers and how I have to request for them to come back, but I have to work here and keep calm about it all whether I like it or not. I let a sigh out of my mouth and head to customers that are entering the door. I seat them to a table and begin taking their order.

Three weeks later

I mentally groan as I walk out of the school with Shizuko and Sakura. It's been a long month with my new role as student council president, my job, and basically trying not to scream like a crazy cat lady while ripping my hair out.

"Misa-Chan, look at them! What is he trying to do? I think she may be in trouble!" Sakura says while pointing to a man trying to drag a girl obviously not from Seika high someplace.

I sigh and tell Sakura to hold my bag. She does so as I speed walk over to the two.

"What are you doing?" I ask the man as the girl gives me a pleading look.

"That's not any of your business." He says while looking over me with a demented look in his eyes. "You're pretty curvy, so you can come with us and it can be your business."

"Leave her out of this, your business is with me not her." The girl says weakly.

"Seeing that you two are on the campus I am responsible for, it is my business." I say with a bit more confidence in my quiet voice than usual. "Let her go please and I won't call the cops for trespassing and assault/attempt of kidnapping of a minor."

The man throws back the girl and makes a grab at me. I simply dodge it by leaning out of his way. He keeps pawing for me and finally throws a punch at me. I avoid it and send out one of my own which makes contact. He launches a punch directly at my nose and I dodge it by dropping to the floor and do a semi handstand to kick him in the stomach. He groans and holds his stomach. He tries to make a run for it as soon as he can. Once I am back on my feet quickly catch up to him. I send a powerful roundhouse kick to his stomach. He falls to the ground in a painful cry and I stand in a position that can easily move into a battle stance with my legs shoulder with apart and my arms crossed across my chest.

I hear police sirens and soon see the police arresting the man. I release my held breath and relax my mussels.

"That was amazing, Misaki!" Sakura says while giving me a hug. "You looked so cool!"

"Not really," I say plainly.

"T-t-thank you," I hear a feeble voice say from beside me.

I look to my side to see the girl I just helped.

"My name is Honokaa Hyuuga." She says with a smile. "Thank you for saving me, that man has been stalking me for a few years now. I tried to move away from him to here, but he followed me."

"It's ok, it was nothing, really." I reply nervously.

"You really call that nothing, pres?" I hear a familiar voice say from beside me. I look to my side to see Tamaki-sama next to me with a hand clamped on my shoulder.

"Yes," I reply quietly. "I just did what anyone else would do."

"I don't think everyone can take out a man twice their size without a single scratch on them." He says while moving his hand from my shoulder to his pockets. "Good job pres' you took him down in about seven minutes."

"Seven minutes?" I say in a panic. "I'm going to be late for work! Bye Sakura, bye Shizuko, bye Honokaa-Sama and Tamaki-Sama!"

With that I begin running to the train station. Satsuki is going to kill me; today is suppose to be super busy! I keep running until I get to the train and barely make it on. As soon as I get off the train I sprint to the café and sneak in through the back door. I change as fast as I can (which is really fast) and come out of the changing room into the café itself.

"Mi-sa-ki," I hear Satsuki say from behind me. I turn nervously to see her standing there engulfed with killer intent. "Why are you twenty minutes late?"

"Well I saved this girl from getting kidnapped." I reply quietly. "If it helps any, he got arrested."

Instantly her killer intent disappears and she begins hugging me and babbling about the power of Moe heroism. I let out a long held breath. I'm not losing my job!

Hours later

I stagger into my house from exhaustion.

"Mom, Suzuna I'm home!" I call and I kick off my shoes.

My mother greets me and apologizes for me having to work, our daily routine. You're probably wondering why I have to work and why my mother feels so guilty about it.

My father left us five years ago for another woman and left us his debt too, so we were struggling to survive with having so many things to pay off, including the car my former father bought under my mother's name. I've been working different places since that happened in shops or for our neighbors to help out my mother, even my little sister Suzuna helps out by offering tutoring lessons after school to some neighborhood kids once a week, making dinner, and finds healthy and cheep groceries for me to pick up. She loves entering raffles to win things too, but everyone has to have a hobby right?

We're slowly starting to do better; mom even surprised me with a phone. It's not that expensive or fancy, but I love it anyway.

"Dinner's ready, Misaki-Chan!" Suzuna calls just as I flop down on my bed.

I let out a groan and get up and walk to the kitchen. I get my foot caught in a hole in the floor once again and mutter 'stupid floor' as I gently get my foot out of the floor.

Once dinner is ready, I do my homework and barely make it to my bed before I completely knock out. This has been one of the most stressful months of my life.