Wanted: Friends

by aesylthryth

Summary: Basically addressing Usui's need to have friends. Usuicentric because lol

Kaichou wa Maid-sama! © Fujiwara Hiro

Anyway, have you ever noticed the fact that Usui is completely friendless? I know, I know, there's Yukimura, Kanou, the Maid Latte girls, Sakura and Shizuko, Maria, the Yumemishi boys, the Idiot Trio and a lot others, but I don't think he sees them in a friendly way. He doesn't even act like they're friends, and Misaki doesn't count because she's his girlfriend. Fujiwara didn't seem to have included a 'best friend character' for Usui, and I think it's probably because he's a loner, so she pushed the thought aside. But what about Tora? He's got Maki, and Shintani has a whole lot of friends. I pity the guy, I mean, everyone needs to have friends, especially on their teenage days, it's like a survival method, it's natural for a person, whether you were isolated since childhood or not, you simply get the need to want some friends. Where is that bloody teenage male psychology book? Lol, as if I have one.

Complaints and other violent reactions towards Usui's trail of thoughts should be directed to the Mariana Trench. I mean, come on, we don't get much of his thoughts since the manga mostly happens around or in Misaki's point of view, so we don't get much about how he thinks or what he thinks about every time. So I grabbed the opportunity and just filled in his mind's personality, cheers.

Anywho, enough ranting for me, more reading for you.

Enjoy Usui's search for friends through his own point of view, and don't you dare forget to leave a review.

I know, it rhymed. WASN'T IT FUNNEH? :D

1. the amazing life of me

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Hi there, fangirl.

I am Usui Takumi. I have a blond mess of a bird's nest which I call hair, and a pair of normal-looking green eyes that don't glitter, sparkle, shine, glimmer, glisten, gleam, flicker and a few more synonyms, well, unless I intend to. I don't consider myself having spiky golden hair and glittering emerald eyes, as you fondly describe. God, am I really that good looking that you see my eyes as gemstones? (I apologize in behalf of my ego) Think about it, I can't exactly see if I have gemstones for eyes, even if it was for a figurative purpose.

And yes, I'm currently lying on my back on the cold school rooftop floor, staring at the orangey afternoon sky, with the incoming evening's breeze making my hair even messier.

Now listen here, as you probably already knew, I am currently blessed with seventeen years of existence and counting, and throughout those seventeen years of existence, guess what?

I don't have friends of the Y chromosome kind.

And if you haven't been listening to your biology class, Y chromosome kind means the male kind, you know, the one with willies? And if you still don't know what a willy means, it's –

"U–SU–I!"

Oh, that's my girlfriend you hear. Have I mentioned that she's totally awesome? Beautiful? Smart? Responsible? Gentle? All right, so maybe she's not so gentle, but wait until you see her when I hug her, she'd look gentler than a fluffy fanfiction!

"WHAT – IS – THIS – CRAP?"

"Misa-chan doesn't want my gift?" I asked, grinning slightly at her as I stroked her smooth cheek with a finger.

"But you didn't have to..." her voice faltered, and she put on an adorable expression! i.e. she was blushing again, and yes, it's adorable, for me at least. "... buy something this – this, um..."

"Expensive?" I supplied.

"Why a gold necklace of all things? You should've just given me something less pricey."

I pouted, and I know very well how heart-melting it was. I practiced in the mirror. Don't ask. "But the topaz on it matches your eyes."

Now don't get me started on the 'gemstones for eyes' thing again.

"All right, all right," she said, finally giving up, then she mumbled something incoherently.

"What did you just say, Misa-chan?" I asked, leaning closer.

"Thanks... Usui."

I smiled, patting her head. "That's just the first of all the expensive things I'm going to buy for you."

"W–what? No! Don't spend so much more on me! It's really unnecessary!"

"What a letdown, and I was planning to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her whole face resembled a tomato's color as she stepped back. Looking disbelievingly at me, I took the chance to peck softly on her lips.

I licked my own lips, and confirmed she was wearing strawberry today. You people probably don't know, but Misa-chan wears a very thin layer of lip gloss. Surprised? I think it's normal, I mean, she's still a girl after all.

"I'm going to the student council office now," she said, turning around uncomfortably and still stammering.

"I'll be waiting at the café!" I said back cheerily, waving at her.

Not looking back, she said softly, almost shyly. "Do you–do you want to go to the office with me?"

I chuckled. It melted my heart just to hear her say something like that to me. I could hear it now, someday surely, she's going to ask me, "Do you want to have s–"

"Hey, Usui, are you listening?"

Well you can't blame me for being so perverted. You already had Ayuzawa's warning on that.

"Does Pres want me to be there?" I asked, smirking.

Although her back was still facing me, I was pretty sure she was already blushing mad. She stomped away, muttering things that basically described how she thought of me.

When her footsteps faded away from the stairs leading to the lower floor, I looked back at the skies again. Its hue was now a breathtaking orangey-blue. Swirls of opaque clouds floated occasionally as evening drew nearer.

Back to my friendship woes. Where did we leave earlier again? Oh yeah, my lack of guy friends. Actually, I don't even have a single friend, male or female, unless you count the ones from Maid Latte, Kanou, and Yukimura, though I only consider them as acquaintances.

So by now, you probably already know that I'm the cool, loner type of guy at school. The Seika High male population looks up to me as an idol, while the female population... I think you already know how I am with them. Though it kind of boosts my ego for a thousand tons, I, Usui Takumi, admit that I desperately crave for friendly attention.

I have stayed at Seika High for at least two years already. Ever since the first day of school, I was expecting even at least one guy to try and make friends with me, but instead, I get a legion of fans and admirers of both the male and female kind. Don't get me wrong, I like the idolism and stuff, but I never wanted it anyway. I'm just looking for friends, you know, the people who slap you (rather harshly) on the back and yell, "You can do it, man!" during times of much needed confidence-boosting.

Every single day, I look at my male classmates, huddled together at the back of the classroom in their little groupie and doing/reading/talking about who-knows-what. I want to experience something like that for once. Watch a little porn with a few close guy friends, talk about how awesome their girlfriends are (either in bed or not), and basically all the guy stuff done with guy friends.

I'm jealous.

Now if I could just shout that to the whole world, maybe I'd gain a few friends or so, but that would probably drain my ego, so that's a big 'no' for me. And in case you're wondering, guys have sensitive egos, and I just happen to be one of them, though I don't let it out a lot. My ego tends to slip without my permission, and I don't want it to be wandering around the dangerous world.

I lazily stood up and scratched the back of my head gruffly. I took a glance at the time in my phone (I never wear a wristwatch, and again, don't ask), headed downstairs to the school gates, and trudged the rest of the way to Maid Latte with a few girls occasionally swooning as I pass by. Typical.

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