If a random passerby had glanced at the three girls in high-school uniforms sprawled on the lawn in front of the school, he would not have seen anything out of ordinary. Just a group of students – obviously friends - relaxing during their lunch break.
After a second look, however, one would have noticed more. Like the furtive glances the pigtailed, violet-eyed girl shot towards the longhaired companion laying on her left; or the way her body positioned slightly closer to the girl than to the bestacled friend laying on her right; or the way she nervously bit her lower lip before addressing her.
"Misaki ?" Her melodious voice made the friend's name ring like a song.
"Mm."
Sakura watched as kaichou stretched her arms over her head languidly without opening her eyes. Quietly, she took a deep breath before her hesitant voice rang again.
"Do you want to go out this weekend?"
The question was not unusual, but had someone listened closely, they would have detected a hint of nervous hope in the girl's voice.
"UxMishi again?", the raven-haired girl opened her eyes, briefly squinting at the sun before side-eyeing her friend doubtfully. Sakura was quick to notice her discomfort. She propped her body up on an elbow, peering down at her friend with an anxious gaze.
"No, no!", she exclaimed. "This isn't about them."
"Oh". The school president seemed surprised by the answer, yet her evident relief had removed the tightness from her voice, returning it its smooth, gentle quality it usually had around her friends. "What's the occasion then?"
"I don't know, lets just hang out. Doesn't matter where."
She knew she sounded oddly eager and when she noticed Misaki's puzzled expression, she quickly turned to Shizuko.
"Shizuko, are you free this weekend?"
The short-haired girl grimaced and yawned.
"Yeah, whatever. As long as you don't make us sit through another cringe-worthy groupie session with that unfortunate bunch of douches again."
Sakura faked an offended pout, but joined in the laughter.
"Of course, why not." After her laughter died out, Misaki's earnest and slightly apologetic expression focused on her. "It's a plan then. Just set a place."
Sakura nodded.
Her pulse quickened when the president gave her the smile - the affectionate, protective, genuine kind - that she knew belonged only to her. Not even to Shizuko, but only to her. She knew that Misaki's attitude towards Shizuko was different, owing to the girl's mature, sensible personality. Misaki never felt the need to look over the serious, methodic Shizuko, like she did with Sakura. Sakura knew that she would always be the naive, slightly silly engenue of the trio.
She didn't mind, she thought as she soaked in the beautiful smile she received from pres.
Suddenly, she became aware of her hot cheeks and looked away, embarrassed.
It did not matter. She would blame it on the sun. Not that she would ever have to explain her red cheeks to Misaki, she thought as she observed the raven-haired girl's upturned, carefree face.
It wasn't like Misaki ever noticed anything meaningful. Things that really mattered in real life - like the way she affected people around her. The way she affected her. The way she affected even Usui Takumi.
Sakura grimaced slightly when the image of the tall blond competetor passed through her mind. Like she could ever top the inhuman excellence of that boy, she thought regretfully. Thankfully, Misaki seemed to completely detest the mysterious blond.
Her gaze secretly smoothed over the soft curves of the president's upper torso, the neckline of her camisole slightly visible from her unbuttoned blouse. She peeked at the white exposed skin.
She sighed, jealousy twisting a blade in her stomach. Whenever she thought of him getting his hands on her body, she quivered in rage.
Misaki. She had no idea.
She knew now that she had probably developed crush on her from the first day they had met, but only very recently had she come to terms with the true nature of her feelings.
On the evening when she had dragged her two friends to meet UxMishi, after Misaki had grabbed Kuga by his collar and snarled at him that she would never let him have her, after she had patted her head gently, sweetly... After all that, she knew. No, she was sure.
"Anyway, I'm off to the library, gotta find this book the teacher was talking about earlier." On her feet, Shizuko patted down her skirt to brush off strands of grass. She glanced up at the sky.
"It's going to rain. Seeya." With a sharp wave of goodbye, she walked off, leaving the two girls still laying on the grass.
After Shizuko's figure disappeared around the corner of the building, Sakura looked around her, carefully inspecting the school grounds. When she was sure there was not a single soul in sight, she shifted her body closer to Misaki's motionless form.
Relaxing her back against the grass again, she let her hand subtly graze against the brunette's hip, all the while carefully watching out for her reaction.
Maybe, maybe if she gave her small signals like this, she would understand. She would catch the hint.
But even when the back of her palm lingered against her hip, Misaki's eyes remained shut. Sakura sighed qiuietly in defeat.
Noticing the way her chest moved evenly and how her face was completely smoothed over, Sakura realized that the president was asleep.
She was so beautiful like this, she thought. When it came to physical intimacy, Sakura had no experience to speak of, all she knew was the intense longing to touch her best friend, explore parts of her body that nobody else had seen, spots that would make her gasp.
Her gaze moved to the brunette's mouth. When she was completely relaxed like this, her lips, that were usually pursed in a strict pout, looked extremely sensual and inviting. Begging to be kissed. She closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat.
She imagined Misaki's lips to be heartbreakingly soft, mildly toasted warm from the sun...
For the lunchbreak, Usui always went to his favorite spot – the rooftop. Chowing down a sandwich without tasting it, he leaned over the edge, looking over the school grounds.
He went there everyday. Sometimes – just to clear his head or to remove himself from the humdrum of the school. Sometimes hoping she would magically appear and talk to him, like the time when she visited him to give him back the scarf he had lent her during her sickness. Not that she ever did return after that. But still, he let the hope live in his heart.
Sometimes – however – he came up the rooftop so that he could search her out on the school grounds and watch her, undisturbed. Whether she would spend her lunchtime yelling at random students or laughing and eating together with her friends – he cherished the moments of his secret voyerism.
Yet nothing had prepared him for the sight that he was wittnessing now.
He had always been aware of the close bond between her and her friend Sakura, but never before had he suspected.. this. He held his breath in disbelief, as he watched Sakura deliberately press herself next to Misaki's seemingly sleeping body.
Even from the distance, he could sense the pigtailed girl's breath catching in her throat, her body tensing up. He both envied her and emphatized with her.
Envied her, because he wished, longed for the casual physical proximity that the girls' friendship naturally afforded her.
Emphatized, because he knew that despite kaichou's fascination with cross-dressing, she was not interested in girls. Not like that.
Yet, how could he be sure ? - he thought as he watched her smiling serenely in her sleep. Was she really asleep? Or was she pretending? Was she secretly enjoying Sakura subtle touch?
And then it happened.
In what it seemed like slow motions, after a long moment of hesitation, Sakura leaned down and pressed her lips carefully to the sleeping president's mouth.
His fists tightened. His stomach knotted.
The feeling of jealousy was completely gone. All he felt now was lust. Carnal, irresitible desire upon seeing the object of his desire being quietly courted, subliminally seduced by the gentle, seemingly unassuming creature. Goddamn Sakura.
He lost trace of time, standing there frozen on the spot for what felt like both eternity and a split second.
Only when the schoolbell rang, announcing the end of lunchbreak, did coherent thoughts returning to his head.
The bell had finally woken Misaki up. His eyes followed the two girls hurrying back to the building. Sakura falling behind, looking flushed and sheepish.
He sighed, shutting his eyes tightly and willing his body to cool down.
He was in a hopeless state.
He groaned in relief when he felt a slow, godsent drizzle dampen his hair, then slowly starting to soak his uniform. He stood there for few minutes, concentrating on letting the tight knots in his body slowly loosen.
Just what he needed. The frown on his forehead smoothed over.
Suddenly, he heard the door open behind his back.
His heart stopped. His body paralyzed, he could not bring himself to turn his head.
The rain had lost its soothing effect on his body, which was now -more than ever - hot and stiff with anticipation.
He closed his eyes, a brief prayer running through his head.
pleaseletitbeher pleaseletitbeher...
"Um... Usui ?", Yukimura spoke cautiously, addressing the tall blond standing immobile under the rain. "Sensei asked me to look for you, he needs your help with the chemistry experiment.. Are you coming?"
He watched the tall figure remain unresponsive, getting drenched from the rain.
"Usui-senpai ?", he tried again with a raised voice.
"Shut up, Yukimura." The tall figure finally spoke from where he was standing. "Just shut up."
AN: Right. Don't ask. The idea just came to my head. To be fair, I feel like the anime really made some overt suggestions about the possibility of Misaki being... bi-sexual? Remember the time she had to dress up as a dude for some sort of a special event at Caffe Latte? Then, of course, Usui swept her off her feet and so on and so forth.. But I thought her androgyny in general was pretty badass and.. sexy.
Anyway, this is supposed to be a one-shot.. But if you like it, tell me and maybe I can whip up more. The story's definitely a fertile ground and if I do write more it'll definitely be rated M.
So, let me know.