Misaki's pen paused slightly. She was suddenly finding the ring on her left hand extremely intriguing. Takumi... Misaki shook herself out of it. She refused to think of him now, in the middle of a lecture. Misaki refocused on the professor and willed her pen to start moving again. The ink ran across the page as the lecture pushed slowly on.

After class, Misaki had more time to think about matters other than law school. Two more years...then they would have their wedding. Sometimes, when she let herself get sappy, she envisioned the vows, and the ceremony, maybe something in the traditional Japanese style...

They would be twenty-six by then. Come to think of it, I met him eight years ago. Though she would never admit it, Misaki was a bit frightened at how quickly the years had flown by. Takumi had gone to America after college, though visiting frequently. He was rising fast in the material world, the perverted alien. By the time Misaki was out of law school, Takumi would likely be a multi-millionaire. America was a land of no boundaries, and he took advantage of that.

Misaki unlocked the door of her apartment and walked in. She would put studying to the side for a moment; she needed to straighten out her thoughts. Takumi's next visit was months from now. Misaki never told the alien, but really, she missed him something awful between visits. She flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. She should try and prepare some food, the next time he came to visit. Misaki was still barely capable of making porridge; she ate instant ramen significantly more often than the average person. Even then, she sometimes burned the ramen. But several months' time was long enough that she should at least be able to make a decent omurice. Misaki sat up. I'll start practicing after I study. Show the perve what I'm capable of!

Outside, someone fit a key in the lock. Misaki turned around, alarmed. She had made a copy of her key to both Shintani (who liked to come around and drop off vegetables, even if Misaki couldn't cook them) and Takumi, who sometimes took a taxi to her door instead of meeting her at the airport when he came to visit. It can't be Usui. So, Shintani? But he's familiar with my schedule. When he knows I'm in the building, he knocks. Then, who...? The door swung open. "Hey, how's it going?" said Takumi.

He was met with a smack to the head, followed by an embrace. "At least talk in Japanese, idiot!"

"But it's fun to see your confused face."

"Perverted alien. More importantly, what are you doing here?!"

"I see, I'm not wanted. Well, then, I'll hail a taxi and be gone." Usui grinned. "Happy studying, Ayuzawa."

"Wait...I-I never said that! Really, though, why are you in Japan?"

"I just wanted to see you."

"Th-that's hardly a proper reason!"

"I don't care what others think of me, remember?"

"Alien." Misaki hugged him tightly. I missed you... Takumi kissed her gently. "Misaki is actually glad that I dropped in for a surprise visit, no?"

"Shut up, perverted alien." Of course I'm glad.