"Good work as usual, Usui san!"
The manager, Mr Matsuda, waved him off as he moved to the locker room.

The last few months had been tough. After Misaki pulled the stunt of entering the Raven castle, the day ended with Usui rescuing her, and losing the title of Walker. But that didn't deter the alien in the slightest. Taking up the same majors in the same university as Misaki, he even managed to convince her to share his apartment. He himself, took up a part time job as a dessert chef in a four-star restaurant, as Aoi decided he wanted to be the cook at Maid Latte.

Sure, the months had been tough, but nothing beat the happiness of returning home to look at the picturesque smile of the love of his life.

Reminiscing of the events through the last few weeks, he switched out of his chef uniform to a simple white button up shirt and black trousers, and stepped out with a tiny upturn of his lips.
With the dark monsoon clouds and a light drizzle for company, he walked the streets with a plastic-wrapped pastry box in his hands, whistling merrily along the way.
However, I guess controlling the nature doesn't come in the package of superhuman abilities, since, as he turned the street, the light drizzle turned into full fledged showers.
Cursing the skies, he picked up his pace and hurried home.

Only to reach the door completely drenched.

His teeth chattering by the cold, he rang the doorbell, shuffling to provide his body with a little thought of a warm shower, that had seemed really appealing to him, along with any pther thoughts that he had flew out of the window when his eyes trained at the sight that greeted him on the other side of the door.

There stood Misaki, soppily wet, as if she had been the one running through the rain.

A few strands of her sodden hair stuck to the sides of her face. The drops that clung to her eyebrows glimmered like diamonds in the meagre light that illuminated the lobby. He followed the course of a drop that had started to move from the side of her cheek, to her chin...
...Only to fall on the sky blue shirt, that had now become translucent due to the water, and clung to her like second skin.

"Usui, the tap at the kitchen sink broke, can you..."
His ears did not register her words as his eyes trained on the strap of the black lace bra visible through her shirt.
He had gifted her that set for her 18th birthday. And of course, earned himself a strong punch in the gut.
He never thought she used it, though.

"Usui, you're drenched! What did you do with the umbre..."

He let his sight move downwards with the strap, and a tinge of red began to colour his cheeks, which then spread until the tip of his ears. His hands lost the grip that they had on the pastry box, thus letting it fall on the floor with a soft thud.
"Usui, do you have a fever? You're looking red!" She exclaimed.
And then she looked at him, and then looked at what had caught his attention.

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"HENTAI! PERVERT! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!"
And the door slammed shut on his face.

Needless to say, our alien superhero spent a very wet night outside the house, all thanks to a certain demon prez we know.