"When do I get to see my maid again?" His voice sent shivers up the raven haired girl's spine. "It's unbearable for me to be apart from her." The message ended abruptly, with no words of good bye to follow, leaving Misaki in the silence of her empty home. Sighing heavily, the student council president closed her phone, setting it beside the open notebooks on her desk in front of her. After spending several minutes just staring at the device, contemplating what to do, she decided it would be best for her to leave her perverted alien stalker boyfriend so that he would know that his message was received. Blushing hard, Misaki dialled the familiar number, praying that he wouldn't answer. Leaving a message for him to listen to, play back, and possibly keep forever was, in her mind, less nerve-wracking than the possibility of having to speak to him in real time with next to nothing to say to him. At least with a voice mail, she would be able to sort through her mess of thoughts and pick out the right things to say. Anxiously, she listened as the phone rang, almost shrieking when the automated greeting played. As she waited for the message to be over, she took several deep breaths.
"U-Usui," she stammered, mentally kicking herself. "I... I miss you too... Come back soon, o-okay? So you can... so you can s-see your m-m-maid..." Red as a tomato, Misaki ended the call and threw her phone back onto her desk, pushing her chair back as she tried to calm her erratic heartbeat. It baffled her how easily flustered she would get when doing something involving him. They had been dating for over a year now and her behaviour towards him hasn't really changed at all. Usui, however, kept a delicate balance between sexually harassing her and sweeping her off her feet, though he did his best to stick with the latter for he knew how much Misaki loved it when he acted chivalrous and displayed his emotions in a reasonable matter.
After a couple minutes passed, her phone rang, indicating she had received a text message from her golden haired pervert. Misaki reached for her phone, flipping it open and opening the message. The message simply read, "Open your door, Misa-chan." She gasped, blushing hard as she ran for the door, her hand tightly gripped onto the cellular device. Flinging the front door open, Misaki almost fainted when she was greeted by none other than Usui himself, dressed in sweat pants, a black t-shirt, and his glasses hanging from the collar, with his luggage in hand.
"Misa-chan," he breathed, smiling adoringly at her. "I just couldn't wait to see you."
Full to the brim with surprise, relief, and frustration, Misaki fell to the floor, letting out an exasperated groan. "I thought you were in Europe!" she cried, looking up at him, face flushed as tears dared to fall. "Why are you here all of a sudden? You weren't supposed to be back for another five days!" Usui dropped his bags and grabbed her arm, pulling her up and into his arms. Her breath caught as he nuzzled her hair, tightening his grip on her. "U-Usui...? What are you-"
"I got back two hours ago," he said, his voice muffled by her hair. "I was planning to sleep at home and surprise you tomorrow but... I just couldn't wait, especially after that message you left me." Misaki's face burned at the statement, instantly remembering the embarrassing message she left moments ago. He pulled away, much to her dismay, but soon replaced his hug with a sweet kiss on the lips. Misaki automatically pulled him closer, her hands gripping tightly at the collar of his shirt. He chuckled against her lips, his arms lacing around her body, practically lifting her up off the ground. Her arms snaked around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he lead her to the kitchen, setting her atop the tabletop and pulling her legs around his waist. Her lips trailed away from his lips and onto his jaw, causing him to gasp. Pleased with his reaction, she continued to his neck, only to have him press himself closer to her. As she found her way to his collarbone, her phone rang from the doorway. Regrettably, Misaki pulled away, jumping off of the table and dashing towards her phone. Answering it, she realized it was her mother on the other side.
"Mom?" Misaki answered. "Okay, that's fine..." Misaki glanced towards the kitchen. "Oh, mom, I need to ask you something..."
Walking back to the kitchen with Usui's luggage in hand, she motioned for him to follow her. He tilted his head but said nothing, walking obediently behind her up the stairs and into her room. Smirking, he closed the door behind them, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "What exactly do you think you're doing, Misa-chan?" he whispered huskily into her ear. "And you say I'm the pervert."
She spun around, facing him with her reddened face, deliberately dropping his bags to the floor aggressively. "Idiot!" she hissed. "We're only up here because you're sleeping over!" This made Usui's eyes widen. He silently stared at his girlfriend whose eyes were trained to a spot on the floor. He smiled.
"I am?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. She tensed, but he knew the gesture had somehow calmed her. "Since when was this, Misa-chan?"
"Since I asked my mom if you could..." she admitted. "Her and Suzuna are in the country for a much needed holiday and... I stayed behind because I had work and school to attend to..." Her eyes met his. "And because... There isn't any cell phone reception where they are..." Usui smiled, touched by how adorable his girlfriend was. He placed his hand on her head, rustling her hair.
"You're so good to me, Misa-chan," he said softly. "Thank you."