Hey! SmartyPandazOVERTAKER here! So this is my first time writing this kind of POV type of a story. So here's a heads up: This is MY interpretation of how Usui Takumi thinks, acts, talks, etc. okays? Any additional filler scenes as well as future alterations are self-created to add more sense in the anime plot line's transitions and to offer some sort of explanation for Usui's unusual, special ability to doing/knowing certain things.


*Disclaimer: I do not own any anime/manga names only the original owners do, kk? Oh, I also don't own the story or any part of it... This just one of my favorite series! :3*


This is my first time being in a place like this... a public high school. I would have never imagined myself in this kind of situation but "anything is possible" is what people say, right? Seika High is a public high school that has recently been co-ed, even though males still rule most of its population. Right now, I'm in the middle of a confession. It's not like I'm used to it or fond of it, but more like it's a common routine for me to go through in life. It's simple: both girls and guys like me; I know that for a fact. It's not that I'm exaggerating, but it's just how things are for me. Often times I persuade myself that they're only using me for my looks or influence and that's that. It's getting more and more troublesome for me but it's not something that wastes my endless free time. Sometimes I think they try to impose on me but I might be thinking a little bit too much.

"Senpai..." A girl's voice softly brings my eyes and mind into focus, away from my personal thoughts. The girl that's confessing to me right now is named Aizawa Minami. Earlier she claimed that she had entered this school in hopes to befriend me, and if possible, date me. She called me out here by placing a letter on my desk when I was not present. I probably threw it away somewhere but I still read it before doing so. Instead of pretending that I didn't receive the letter (unlike what I used to do and for some reason, even more girls attempted to ask me out), I also show up to say the rejection in contrast of hiding and avoiding forever from those confessers. "I...I..li...li...like...y-you...Please...please go out with me." Her face gets more and more red every second that she talks. Yup, another confesser. I guess it's my turn to talk.

"Sorry." I always keep my tone flat out and face expressionless to keep others from reading me. After Aizawa hears my retort to her confession, her eyes start to water and her face saddens. Her palms start to move towards her eyes covering them in its darkness. Several tears start slipping down from her eyelids to the floor. I can hear her sniffles through her hands. I just stand there looking at the girl without any other words. Any sort of action of pity or care would differentiate Aizawa from previous hopefuls, which would only make things more difficult for her.

"Hey, what happened?" a voice asked, breaking the awkward tension. I turn my head to see the Student Body President, Ayuzawa Misaki. Her figure is slim, petite, and small. Despite rumors, she does not seem as a malicious girl. With her amber eyes and black hair, she tries her best to look intimidating.

"Nothing. I just rejected a confession." Like she would care. The Pres always thought of me as a guy who makes girls cry, but it's not like she would know the whole story.

"You again?!" Ayuzawa glares at me with a face fulled with hatred. Meanwhile, Aizawa starts to run away with her tears flooded out of her eyes. Am I really worth those tears? Nope. "I told you numerous times to be more gentle while selecting your option of words! You're going to pay if I see you making another girl cry!" Ayuzawa yells. She takes one last glare at me before stomping off in the same direction as Aizawa. Exactly how many times did she tell me that?

Later that day:

I have nothing to do after I head home. The homework here was pretty easy since I already learned pass the school's criteria as well as standards. It only takes me awhile to complete; it's that easy. Since I'm free, I might as well take a look around the neighboring towns. I transferred to this school a while back, but I never found the chance to amble and see what else there is that's within my level of interest. As I headed out from my apartment (after a change of clothes), I thought about Ayuzawa Misaki. I didn't know why, but I just did as I boarded the subway. She's not as cruel or always indignant. But I do think that she doesn't equate girls and boys. That's my only issue with her. The subway stopped and I get off. By the time I was done thinking, I found myself in another city. I start meandering around the new town remembering the paths. My instincts react. Suddenly, my legs start following them. I heard a voice in the distance and quickened my pace to see. I find a figure holding a few trash bags to throw out. As I get closer, the figure becomes more familiar. By the time I'm in talking distance with it, I recognize the figure.

"Wow." The figure turned around and revealed herself as... Ayuzawa Misaki, Seika High's President. She was wearing a maid outfit. Like she's cosplaying. It's kind of ironic: the boy-hating dictator is now a maid. Sometimes you really don't know someone from just the outside. Oh well, it's not like the matter's a big deal to me. "What a surprise. If it isn't the President." After that last word, I continued along my path away from the maid President. I took a look back to see her face flushed out of color as if she saw a ghost and hurriedly ran back into the cafe in a flash. I thought for a second and wondered if that really was the Pres...or if it was just me. It's dark out. I really should start going home now, but I'm a person that has a high level of curiosity. I hid behind the corner before running to see where she actually works. There were rumors of her having a part-time job, but no one dared to ask her. And it was a ...maid cafe? Was it? I patiently waited for the her to come out, just to make sure that it was actually the Pres. After 10 minutes, she finally came out with normal attire: a navy blue cap, a white sweatshirt, and black jeans with a dark pink bag around her shoulders.

"Oh, you're dressed normally now." After hearing my greeting, Pres closes the cafe's backdoor and her face changed to a frightened position. "What do you want?" Her voice is panicked as if she was afraid of my presence. "Huh? Nothing, really. I just wanted to check something." I thought for a moment and spoke in a teasing tone. "So that maid was the actual Pres..." My curiosity level increased by the second. "Why are you working at a place like this?" Her face is shocked and surprised by the question. She didn't have any time to find a retort as two female voices drifted from inside the cafe.

"Chief! I'll be off now!" "Good work!" Pres seemed alarmed as soon as she heard the voices. She ran over to me and placed her hand on my left shoulder and said, "Let's talk about this somewhere else." Then, she half-pulled and half-dragged me away from the scene. The next thing I knew, I found myself in a park located in the mountains where I could see the city from below. The city lights illuminate from their positions. She finally released her grip on me. Pres talked quickly, but I still managed to find the main reason why she works there.

"Oh. Family reasons. Are things that rough?"

"Yeah." Her face frowns. It probably brought back a bad memory.

"So, that's the reason why you work in a neighboring town at a maid cafe." I quickly thought about this before asking. "Why didn't you do some physical labor near home instead of here?"

"She found a retort, "I don't have that kind of stamina. Besides, being the President, I can't allow any of my grades to plummet. I can manage both of them at once."

"Wow, it must be tough. So the fact that you're attending Seika ― a school full of guys ― despite hating men... is because the tuition is low?" Pres doesn't hesitate to answer. "I guess.""I think again. "Eh... My sympathies." I looked at the stars shining from the dark night sky. Since she stopped talking, I started to walk home with my mind on Pres. I don't think she thinks that I'm a bother. I'm sure that she's only afraid of me exposing her secret of working as a maid. I totally respect that... So I'll keep her secret for her sake and mine as well.

3 Days Later After school:

Wow... The schoolwork here is much easier than what others have given me. I'm bored, yet again. I don't have the urge to go to the cafe. I finally decide on taking a stroll around school. My last class was P.E. so it was a good place to start. At least I didn't receive another a confession today. After a few rounds around the school, I stop at the clubs section of the school. I find the Maid Pres with two other girls standing around the boxing club and flower arrangement's staircase. A dirty, human-sized punching bag was laying on the stairs.

"Stand back." Pres grabbed the bag's silver chain.

"That thing really smells and it's heavy..." The pig-tailed girl commented, while standing there innocently.

"Leave it..." Pres held the chain tightly in her hand and lifted it up from its position. "...To me!" She back-kicked the bag and ducked down, rotating it. It fell with a BANG in front of the boxing club's door.

I didn't know that a girl could be so strong, I think with heavy sarcasm... but that wasn't expected at all from a girl, but since it's the Pres... That's a whole different matter. The door slid open.

"We are the Boxing Club!" they greeted. The Demon Pres came back into action. She wore on a devilish face. "You guys! Hurry up and put this where it belongs!" The guys shiver from her command and hurriedly carried it away.

"Wow, Misaki! You're the best! That was so awesome!" The pig-tailed girl says.

"Not really..." Pres shrugged.

"Thanks a lot! I love you!"

"A token of my appreciation." The glasses girl says while handing a daisy towards the Pres. Pres looked blankly at the flower and reached for it. After a quick examination, she smiled pleasantly. I didn't think that a girl like that was ever going to smile for any reason. It was sweet somehow, in its own way. The pig-tailed girl notices me from a distance."Eh? Isn't that Usui-kun?" The three turn and look at me.

"W-w-what are you looking at?!" Pres is on alert.I smirk and begin to walk in the other direction. I've had enough entertainment for this hour. I'm pretty sure they're going to talk about me when I start walking. And sure enough I was right. This is getting really interesting. In a way, Pres's reactions amuse me. I have a feeling that this is only the beginning.

Later that day:

I open the door to a cafe named Maid Latte. The next thing I find is the Pres. "Hey...WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AS A PATRON?!" Pres yells at me.

"Oh...Found you..." I responded nonchalantly. Pres looks like she's in deep thought. Probably wants a battle of willpower or a challenge. She put on a big smile and said "Welcome home, Master!" I stared at her blankly. After a few seconds have elapsed, I covered my mouth with my hand to cough as a substitute for the overwhelming laughter running inside of me. She showed me to my seat and I ordered a coffee. I stared at the Maid Pres wondering of that was really her. How can a demon Pres be a...a- Maid Pres. I sighed. This is going to take a lot of work to figure out. This will be fun. It's the first thing I've actually have taken an interest in.

The next day, After school:

I was in the classroom again. After everyone left. No one really noticed me until Takezawa came in. He's a pretty mediocre type of guy. He walks towards his seat near my spot at the window. "Huh? Usui-san, you're still here?" He looked at me with a juice in my hand.

"Yea." Takezawa knew Pres since middle school. At least that's what others have presumed. "Yo, Takezawa, you went to the same middle school as Pres, right?" I asked out of pure curiosity. After hearing my question, he looked up from the files he forgot in his hand with a confused expression on his face.

"Yeah."

"Has she always been like that?" I just had to ask.

"Well, maybe not always." Takezawa thought for a moment. "I think she started to act like that since 7th grade. I heard a lot happened in her house. And ever since then..." He stopped explaining. "Wait, it's rare of you to talk about girls. Especially about Pres." I'm surprised by the fact that I would actually ask others for information about the Pres. I stop savoring the refreshing, cold liquid and look away into the distance as if to stop my lingering level of wanting to know more.

Afternoon:

Again, I find myself wondering into Maid Latte. I opened the door to hear a soft, melodic chime. The Maid Pres stood there...probably disgusted by my entrance. She was wearing a different maid outfit than usual. There's a dash of red here and there on her along with red clips and bows. Pres doesn't dare to look at me in the eye. She escorted me to my seat with no greeting. I ordered a sundae and sit at a one-chair table. I could tell that my appearance "strikes" or "attracts" girls. Where ever I go, at least one girl will have her eye on me. Like right now, where I notice 2 girls hiding behind a curtain talking to one another about me. I scoop up a small portion of my sundae and notice that Pres's attention was on me. I move my eyes to meet hers and she subtly moves back a step with a slight, just slight of blush on her face.

And the next day:

I came to school a little earlier than usual since I heard that the mock exam's results were to be posted. As I was standing there, alone, looking at the results. Satisfied. I got 1st place. And 2nd was to Ayuzawa. She is going to be mad. Her expressions are what I look forward to seeing, since they...amuse me in every possible way. As I pass by 2-1's classroom, I find Pres in there. Yelling at the boys from reading "indecent" magazines. I stop and stand outside near the door to eavesdrop but not in a weird way. As she yells at the boys, they fight back. Like I would have an interest in what guys would consider indecent or not. But I honestly think that Pres might be pushing things onto herself a bit much. After a while of arguing, Pres finally compromises to figure out which magazines are appropriate on school campus from both the girls and guys. Ayuzawa really doesn't equate them at all. This is going to be something that I'll have to get involved in.

After school:

I waited until everyone's gone home. Then, I headed for the Student Council room. The door was wide open. That could be dangerous. I take a peek into the room expecting to see Ayuzawa with a mountain of paper on her desk. I silently slip in. She doesn't notice me. "Are you a masochist, Pres?" I asked. My voice startled her, causing her to jump up from her chair.

"What are you doing here?" she yelled still with the scared expression on her pale face.

"You seem to enjoy driving yourself into a corner," I replied nonchalantly while looking away from her face. "Oh, I guess that means that you're a sadist too."

"Huh?!" Her voice was rough.

"I think you should loosen up a bit." I still keep my expressionless face while watching her for a second. "Just watching you...-" Her eyes started to wonder off to weird places. Her legs start to shake as if she's going to fall any second. Her eyes began to droop. Pres started to fall back when her legs can't support her any longer. Her face reddened. I quickly ran over to her. She fell on my chest while my arms help holding her up. By the looks of it, she feels so fragile and weak. "-makes me worry." After I finished my words, Ayuzawa's face reddens even more while her eyes widens. She wiggled free from my arms. Her right arm slapped mine away.

"Stay away!" She's getting indignant every second. Ayuzawa glares at meand speaks. "I...don't need help from the likes of you!" This time, my eyes widen as my eyes take in her words. I narrowed my eyes back to its original size.

"Okay then." I stood there taking in a last glance at her. I turned away from her dark face and headed for the door. I tried to help her and this is the result. Should I even try to help her anymore?

Afternoon:

Even if Ayuzawa hates me, I still find myself wanting to help her. Maybe out of pity? Boredom? I find myself at Maid Latte...again. In the same alley as before. I hear voices in the distance. I find the 3 Idiot Trio talking. And the blond one has his hand around Ayuzawa's wrist. As the blond's hand starts to touch Ayuzawa, I start moving. My left hand pushed his hand away while my right arm goes around Pres. "Don't touch her because she's so cute." Her eyes widen. The trio back away after recognizing me. Those rumors about me have actually have been useful for once. I focus my attention on Ayuzawa for a second. The trio take this chance to back away from me. "Are you okay?" She replied with a shocked breath. I turn to glare at the threesome. They have a frightened face and started to run. I look back at her and put my hand on her forehead.

"Sorry..." She said with a warm breath. "Sorry, Usui..." I smiled at her comforting words.

"It's fine, rest all you want." I let her lay on me for a while before carrying her into the cafe. I explained to the Manager what had occurred. I took off my scarf and handed it to the Manager. I tell her to hand it to Ayuzawa. I'm relieved that she can actually rely on someone other than herself. For that, I'm satisfied./p

The next day:

Ayuzawa called me out. To be honest, I was surprised when she asked. I sat on the rooftop while she stood a few steps behind me. "Resting for a day really helped me clear my mind," she said. Me and my methods.

"You know, the trio didn't tell anyone that you work as a maid." I told her.

"Oh." She stared off into the distance. "I was actually prepared for it. Did you do anything to them?"

"Not really. I just told them not to spread it around so much, since it's my secret entertainment." I thought back to when they were so scared when I confronted them about the matter. I smile at the thought.

"So you are having fun with it." Her voice sounded somewhat angered.

I looked back at her. "I mean, you'd get mad if I told you that I was actually worried. right?" Her face stiffened as she walked over to me. "Well personally, I think it''ll be okay if the school finds out about it." Her face looked confused. "Having a part-time job isn't forbidden or anything. So just because you're versatile, I'm glad that it doesn't change. I think you can be proud of it." I looked at the view from the rooftop with a gentle breeze blowing. It pushed my hair back cooling my face.

"I actually spent the whole day yesterday thinking why you piss me off so much," she replies, indignant.

"Didn't I just finish saying something nice?" I did nothing wrong.

Pres looked off to the distance and spoke, "It's like, when I'm running with all my might, you're comfortably jogging a few yards ahead of me. Then you start running backwards and say words of motivation mockingly. I'm really competitive, so that really made me mad...but I was saved by you who was in front of me." She looked at me in the eye. "I'll pass you soon and when that happens, I'll be the one worried about you." Her eyes softened. "Oh, and thanks for lending me your scarf. And for a lot of other things. I was thinking about how I was 'indebted' and I want to repay the favor, but I couldn't come up with anything. How about you come up with something for me?"

That sounds so reasonable. "Then..."

"Oh, have you already come up with something?" Her face was curious.

"I do have something in mind, but I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't comply with my request. "Could you be my personal maid for a day?" After hearing my words, her face was confused and mad. "WHAT?!"

That was how Day 1 of MY life of entertainment began.


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