A/n: My first and probably only Maid-fic.
Whimsy
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Usui shot a sideways glance at the object of his used-to-be indifference. Misaki was staring- unabashedly in fact- right at him in a fixating, fantastically distracting sort of way. Just to be sure he subtly glanced backwards to see if something quietly obscene had taken place. Nothing overtly so, so no. He brought a hand up to his face to rub. There was nothing. Finally, with a sigh of frustration
he reverently placed a bookmark in the crease between pages and closed the tale to set it aside. "What the hell's wrong with you Prez?" he asked, feigned innocence mingling with genuine confusion.
Misaki blinked stupidly, as if only then realizing that the object of her fixation was human and thus animate and was, consequently speaking to her. "You..." she paused as if unsure how to phrase her ponderings."You're wearing glasses." She blushed then.
Usui's face broke into a smile, wide and sly. "Yes, yes I am," he hummed to himself as he opened the book back up.
The quiet exchange, although easily overlooked by others, probably even by her as well, fostered a kindling sense of hope inside him.
His laugh was secret and he held his tongue.
The chips would fall where they may. And it seemed a little more likely after today that they would fall into his lap.
He was a romantic after all.