It's a Habit
Disclaimer: I do not own Kaichou wa Maid-sama.
Though, I would like to own a certain perverted outer space alien of my own.
Misaki has always done it.
Absent-mindedly or intentionally, she always played with the blonde's hair. Despite her feeble protests, Usui always managed to get away with laying his head on her lap. Without fail, Misaki would be running her fingers through the smooth yellow locks.
It was very calming for both of them so nobody protested. Soon, it became a habit. Sometimes when they're sitting beside each other, Misaki would reach out and start twiddling with a particularly long lock. Arms folded on his shoulder, her chin on top of it and a dazed look in her eyes. She never realises that she's doing it, unless someone asks her why. She'd fumble, trying to make a decent excuse while Usui just sits there and watches, a mischievious glint in his eyes. She hopes nobody realises that she picked it up as a habit.
For now, she doesn't want anybody to know of their relationship. She can only hope that he understands. In time, they'll make it public. She's just isn't ready yet.
Usui loved it.
No matter how heavy his problem was, all he needed was her soft fingers running through his hair and he would instantaneously loosen up. The way her eyes tend to glaze over, a sign that she was daydreaming again, was an interesting sight. Then again, everything about her was interesting to him. Her eyes, her smile, her personality and her one-of-a-kind character. He never knows which side of Misaki he would get, each day.
Most of the time she's in her president mode, all intimidating an scary. Then there are rare, but more often nowadays, times when she acts fidgety and shy. Like the cute girl she was. He loved all of her sides, no matter which one greets him every morning in school. Be it a bright, frustrated or timid hello, it always makes his day. All the little things that she does that can be seen by the public, he relishes in them.
Of course, he understands that, as the president, it's bad for her image to have a boyfriend. They hide it for now but she has promised that it won't last long. He really hopes so. He's noticed that more and more people have been whispering about her. And it's not just because of her demonic ways now. Really, there are at least 3 people added to his blacklisted students every day.
A/N: This is actually part of a personal challenge to myself. A short fic or drabble a day, until Valentines. Day 2 was Usui x Misaki and the prompt was hair. I haven't posted Day 1 yet because it's handwritten in my notebook and I'm too lazy to type it in. It's a D18 fic on beach, jsyk. Well, I hope you liked this! I did this in half an hour so I'm not really entirely satisfied with it. Leave your thoughts? Or a mistake or two? Thanks. (: