Disclaimer: Last time I checked, my birth certificate doesn't indicate "Hiro Fujiwara" as my name. So, no, I do not own Maid-sama.

This very short and simple story is dedicated to all the readers I've made sad/mad/upset/murderous after reading my other story "He Left Me Scars" and/or "Romeo x Juliet Syndrome".

Peace, y'all? :D

Vanilla Dynamite

by Marisol Gaddi

One early morning in the student council room…

"Kaichou~ I bought some donuts for our breakfast today," Usui droned as he marched right towards the demon president's messy desk, carrying a rectangular box wafting off the scent of said pastry.

The strong yet sweet aroma reached Misaki's nose quick, making her empty stomach grumble, but bark at the blonde male she did. "I told you a hundred times already, baka Usui: No eating in the student council room! Go eat that somewhere else."

Usui sat at the edge of the desk, earning a glare from the occupant, and placed the box down temptingly close to Misaki. "Wanna eat it at the rooftop, instead?" he offered this time.

Misaki's stomach growled once more but still she said, "No, I'm busy. Eat it yourself."

"Eh~ I'm gonna eat all twelve yummy and warm donuts by myself? I'm not a glutton, Kaichou. I can't finish all these. I'll just throw some of them away. Such a waste. Siiii~gh. Those poor people in the street are hungry all the time and here're some donuts that'll just be put to waste. Oh, cruel world. And this is why—"

"Alright already! I'll eat! I'll eat!"

Usui grinned triumphantly as Misaki opened the box hastily and took out a freshly baked donut.

"We're gonna eat here just this one time, got it?"

Takumi Usui: 1

Misaki Ayuzawa: 0

"God, this is sweet!" Misaki exclaimed as she took a bite off the chocolate frosted donut. "Your sweet tooth knows no bounds," she said quietly to herself with a slight shiver.

Usui merely chuckled as he took a donut himself then said out of the blue, "Ah, the lady in the donut store told me that your donut is called 'Vanilla Dynamite'. It's their new one."

"That's an *bite* unusual name. *bite* Why is it called 'Vanilla Dyna-*bite*—" As Misaki took that bite, just so close to the center of the pastry, vanilla-filling exploded and oozed down the girl's slightly opened mouth.

…

Usui burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he went, at Misaki's stunned expression. "That's why!" he managed to said in between laughter.

She blushed furiously in embarrassment. "H-Hey! Stop it!"

"Ha-ha… sorry, Kaichou. Here. Let me clean that up." Usui said as he reached out his hand to wipe off the cream on her face.

"No-no-no-no-no-no!" Misaki cried out. "Not your hands. You'll just get your…self…dir…"

Misaki's eyebrow twitched and her statement left forgotten as her mind zeroed in to a single thought:

Usui had just slowly run his tongue from the bottom of her cream-filled chin to the bottom of her lip, completely wiping off the cream from her face.

The two stared at each other.

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…

…

Usui chuckled. "What? You said not my hand."

Misaki sucked in air for a yelling of a lifetime.

And that was the last time Misaki let Usui enter the student council room with food.

The End.

Authoress' Notes:

I seriously thought about this story after I read the reviews for "He Left Me Scars". I sorta felt bad for making some peeps sad. -.- I hope this makes up for it. XD

This, by the way, is a story inspired by a real event. Yeah, donut-filling exploded in my face when I took a bite. It was… something. Ha-ha…

Reviews are loved~ ^.^

Hearts,

Mari

June 3, 2011