A/N: Whoa. It's been over 2 years since I posted a story. 0.0 This is something I wrote in class last year when I was bored. I finally decided to type it out and clean it up.
It is also my first attempt at anything even remotely romantic. You should have seen how red my face was.
Of course technically, this is less of romance and more of just some fluff.
Whatever. Enjoy.
Yoroshiku onegaishimasu! (よろしくお願いします！)
He loved watching her.
From afar, he saw her as the Student Council President.
Strong.
Hardworking.
Dependable.
He watched as she tackled any problem head-on, beating it to a pulp. Sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally. He saw the long, tedious process of transforming Seika High School into a better place for all students.
He marked that people grew to accept her, acknowledge her efforts and their fruits, and praise her. Even the people who had hated her initially.
He saw her shine.
But it was in the evenings - long after the other members had left - that he could really enjoy being alone with his Misaki.
He loved leaning further over her shoulder. He loved how her back would stiff when she noticed, and then how she would pretend not to notice.
Well, until he leaned in too close. Then he'd get socked in the face by a red-faced Misaki.
But he loved that too.
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She hated when he looked over her shoulder.
Like right now, she could feel the heat radiating off his skin. And hear both of their breathing as it synced. It was distracting.
Her scolding that he shouldn't be hanging around in the Student-Counsel office was answered with the usual, "But I'm bored."
The room was empty, all the other members having left.
Light from the orange sunset streamed in, tinting everything.
Usui leaned over and made some comment on the paper she was holding. She responded with as leveled a voice as she could and hoped her face wasn't red.
Silence.
Her self-consciousness eased a little as she continued her work.
Frowning at her paper, Misaki sighed and rested her head on her palm mumbling something about accounts not adding up.
A moment passed. She lifted her head, took a deep breath - and froze, feeling a brush of lips on her neck, just below her jaw, and warm breath on her collarbone.
Soft hair brushed her cheek.
Three seconds ticked by.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOU PERVERTED SPACE ALIEN?" She socked the blonde sky high.
Alone, and red-faced, she collapsed into her seat and buried her face in one hand, feeling the heat in her face.
Ragged breathing. Frantic heartbeat.
"Idiot."
A/N: When is this set? I'll leave it to your imagination. The goal was to cause a little bit of tokimeki, so if I succeeded in that then I consider this a job well done.
It is also my exercise in getting over writers' block. You might be able to expect more stories in the near future if it succeeds. I have an SA oneshot planned, as well as a Sailor Moon one and a Soredemo Sekai wa Utsukushii one.
Oh, and for those who follow my Ratchet and Clank story 'The Time Before Time', it might be a while till I pick it up again. I still need to work all the kinks out.
Until then, fare thee well!