Author's Note: Hiya everyone. Sorry for the super long hiatus, loads of things happened to me including a writer's block that took forever to get rid of. I hope you enjoy the story and if you liked it or want to give feedback, just comment :)
They say beauty is in the eye of beholder and Usui Takumi couldn't agree more. To everyone else, Misaki Ayuzawa was nothing more than a fiery-tempered feminist who happened to rule the school with an iron fist. However, he knows that she's so much more than that.
Misaki holds herself very proudly with dignity, and it's also that pride which causes her downfall sometimes. Whenever she's hurt, she tries her best to put up a strong front and pretend that everything's completely fine. In reality, he knows that she's desperately screaming for help on the inside. The only way she can let her guard down around anyone, is if said person is someone very near and dear to her. Usui's not sure if he's reached that level yet, but something else tells him otherwise. The gentle breeze of the wind on her face causes her bangs to move slightly forward, he can't help but smile to himself at the current sight before him.
He had taken Misaki home early from school that day as she had been coming down with a fever and almost fainted in the middle of their Math lesson. He had told her earlier that week at the café, to take a break from school because she hadn't been looking too well. Of course, she had been stubborn and insisted nothing was wrong. Here she was now, at home sleeping soundly in her bed; wrapped up cosily in a pile of blankets with Usui right by her side in case anything happens. At first, he was a little hesitant to stay since Misaki still lived with her mother and sister but he simply couldn't say no to the already sick red-faced president. It seemed as though time had been brought to a standstill at this very moment, his heartbeat starting to reduce its pace and his breathing slowly declining. He doesn't know why or how this is happening, but he has a feeling it has something to do with the snoring Misaki next to him.
He's always wondered whether or not the prideful president knew what went on in within the space of his mind. She was quick to brush off anything he said as ''nonsensical babble from an intergalactic alien'', unaware that most of what leaves his mouth is the undeniable truth. Honestly, sometimes he himself doesn't understand what drew him towards her. She has an obnoxious habit of yelling unnecessarily, physically assaulting him at times and especially, making him unconsciously jealous of the other wolves hanging around her. She also tends to get herself in tight situations, going in confidently saying that she can handle it on her own; then coming out in tears begging for help. He's not trying to say that she is completely incapable of taking care of herself, she's doing more than she should. He just wishes that every once in a while, she would drop the strong act and admit that yes, she's been hurt and it freaking sucks to feel this way.
Truth be told, he just realised that on most occasions, he's the one doing the saving. He doesn't mean to paint her as a damsel in distress because she really isn't, it's more of he has to hold her hand firmly as she stands there trying to save herself. He questions, what would happen if they switched places? Instead of him doing the saving, she's the one who has to catch him before he falls face-first onto the hard and unforgiving concrete.