Misaki wasn't sure what she should say. She stared dumbfounded at the ring before her. Takumi waited. There were several seconds of awkward silence. Takumi knew he had been rejected and sighed, but before he could close the box, Misaki jumped on him in a bone-crushing hug. Not expecting it, she knocked him to the ground. He held her tightly to his chest, smiling, and bent his head to whisper into her ear.
"Pres? Is that a yes?"
Instead of responding, she leaned back from the hug and pressed her lips forcefully to his. It only lasted a second, but she turned her head embarrassed. Burying her face in his t-shirt, she mumbled something into his chest.
"hmm? I can't hear you, Pres?"
She snapped her head up quickly and looked him in the eyes.
"I said 'What do you think, you Super-perverted Outer-space Alien?'"
He looked at her with that mischievous glint in his eyes. She didn't like the look of that.
"ooooh, I don't know...." he turned his face away, pouting, "maybe it was a 'no'?" he questioned oh-so-innocently.
Misaki blushed furiously. She whacked Takumi lightly on the head.
"That was a 'yes', you idiot!" she yelled in his face.
He grinned and pulled her into a kiss. Any chance of Misaki's mind forming a coherent thought was gone. It'd flown out the window the moment he knelt down on one knee. When Takumi pulled away slowly, he whispered gently to her.
"Two more months until graduation. Then you'll be Usui Misaki."
Misaki's face was redder than a tomato, but she held onto him for her life.
"Usui Misaki?" She whispered, "I like the sound of that."
That was a little over a year ago. Misaki sat on the living room floor. It was summer, so she'd rolled up the carpets. She lay down on the cool wood and sighed. She didn't have classes today, they were cancelled due to the new kids blowing up the Chemistry Lab and burning the whole third floor along with it. Her work had also been canceled because her boss was out of town for the week. The doctor was surprised when she arrived early for her appointment, but let her in anyways. was never very busy on Mondays. She shivered. The warm breeze that had been blowing through the open window of the apartment was now ice cold. She was scared. She couldn't tell him, but she had to. Misaki curled up, shivering more at the movement of the floorboards beneath her. She lay there for a long time, the tears flowing quietly down her face and eventually fell asleep there.