A/N: Usui's POV. Set before the events in Maid-sama. Just a product of my boredom/procrastinating last week. :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own this amazing manga/anime *tears*. But this is my story. :)
You were never my choice in the first place.
To me, you're a total douche bag, way below my standards. With your looks alone, I never would have looked at you or given you a second glance.
Yes, you're definitely my type.
Every time I would see you at school, hollering male students as though they did you a personal fault. Because of what? Improper uniform, misconduct on girls, failing to do menial chores such as cleaning. To you my kind is the worst. Always breaking hearts, making girls' lives miserable. But then I would see you comforting crying girls, constantly defending them from us "the wolves", and sparing them from harsh punishments and the like.
I guess those things should make me dislike you more.
You're the Demon President, always with your horrendous temper just beneath the surface and taking it out to the sex you hate.
With this, I know we're not compatible. In fact, maybe we'd make the worst couple, if we ever became one. Fire and water, that's who we are.
And then I saw you at the other side of town, at the back of a shop named Maid Latte, sporting a maid outfit and taking out the trash. No, I wasn't surprised. I was just wondering about the large gap between your position at school and the job after classes and Student Council.
To me you were just Misaki Ayuzawa, the feared Student Council President of Seika Memorial High School. Nothing more, nothing less.
No, my first impression of you hadn't changed. But that didn't mean I liked you any less.
Days and weeks went on and I noticed a little aspect of you each day. You wear your expressions on your sleeve, blindly take on other people's problems and unknowingly put your life and well-being on the line. I knew your source of hate for men is your father when he abandoned you, and that you would do anything and everything for the ones you cherish.
In those days I couldn't help but be attracted to the dense and headstrong girl that is Misaki Ayuzawa. I know this feeling might harbor a deeper one, but not yet. Just not yet.
You're not my type. I know we're not meant to be.
But, as I ask myself, why is it that fate decreed for us to be together, after all?
PS: Please do forgive me for making Usui sound arrogant (and jerk-like). :) Please rate and review! thanks! :)))
3/29/2013
~timmyluvs