Five Questions in Five Seconds
I got this idea from this movie or was it a T.V show? I can't remember but the twins said something about Five Questions in Five Seconds so I had an idea for a one shot but I don't really like it, so here goes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kaichou wa Maid-sama
Misaki stepped into the student council room. Everyone had gone already except for Usui. He was sitting in his usual seat beside the window reading a book. Misaki sat at her desk in the front of the room and didn't look at Usui "why are you here?" she questioned.
Usui looked "Kaichou, you're finally here. Everyone left."
Misaki looked up "that still doesn't answer my question."
He smirked "I wanted to see you."
Misaki looked away as she felt her face burning away "you shouldn't say such stupid things."
"I was thinking, maybe I should walk you to work since we have the same shift today" he stated standing up. He leaned over the desk and gazed down at Misaki.
"Do whatever you-" she broke off into a small shriek as she looked up "why are you so close?" she questioned. Their faces were inches apart.
He leaned back and sighed "I've been wandering, do you want to play a game?" he wandered.
She opened the draw beside her and took out a pen "not really, I have a lot of work to finish."
He frowned in disappointment "aw...why? It'll be short."
She shook her head as she grabbed a piece of paper from the pile "no."
"Why?" he pouted.
She looked up and dropped the pen "I'll give you one minute."
She crossed her arms in her lap "I'll give you five questions in five seconds" he replied. "you answer the questions in five seconds, you're not allowed to think about it longer than a second" he explained.
She nodded "okay."
He smiled and said quickly "what's your name?"
"Ayuzawa Misaki" she replied.
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Yes."
"Where do you work?"
"Maid-Latte."
"Who do you like?"
"Usui?"
"Would you mind if I kissed you right now?"
"Honestly no" she raised her fingers to her lips, her eyes widen with shock. What did I just say? She thought to herself.
He smirked "really?"
She turned away "I meant yes, I wasn't listening properly. I don't want you to-" she was cut off by soft, warm lips that pressed against hers. As he broke away she gazed into his eyes "why?"
"You said you wouldn't mind" he teased.
She flushed red "get out" she yelled.
"Okay" he said sitting back in his seat.
She stared at him "didn't I tell you to get out?"
He shrugged "I don't remember" he smirked.
A/N I know this isn't really good. I noticed that to but the idea had been going through my head but every time I had a chance to write it the questions seemed to disappear. However the idea seemed so much better in my head before I wrote it. Why can't I remember the questions I really wanted to ask?