A/N: I wrote this from the prompt "teacher". I originally thought this prompt sucked as I though "WHAT THE HELL CAN I WRITE FOR THIS?" then late at night I thought about the scene where Usui asks Misaki about the qualities of her 'ideal' man. I suppose it's nice to get back writing…
Teacher.
Teach me what you can about the feminine mystique.
Teach me.
Teach me.
Teach.
"Misa-chan, what did you say those traits for a good man were?" Usui said as his index fingertip danced along the varnished wooden table inside Maid Latte.
Misaki rolled her eyes, bussing away with the contents from his table and headed back towards the kitchen.
He quickly arose from his chair and reached out for her arm — all the eyes from the café on him and Misaki.
"Me," he said.
Misaki hesitantly looked up from her silver coloured tray — meeting his eyes, like the gold laced around the emerald jewel on an expensive brooch.
"Why do you do all this? Is this a game to you?" she asked whilst attempting to free her arm.
"I wish," he replied lifting the tray out of her small ladylike hand and strolled nonchalantly towards the kitchen, hoping, wishing that she would follow.
The humidity of Maid Latte's kitchen was always something that Usui had loathed — but this lingering water vapour in the air was worth enduring for her. Pots lay across the stoves, their lids shaking violently with the odd wisp of steam escaping.
"Teach me."
She blushed, "Um, er… He must be kind to girls, gentlemanly and—"
He moved closer towards her, carefully brushing away a loose strand of her lustrous black hair that he adored so much — that completed him.
His index finger and thumb fixed onto her chin, a carefully choreographed lift to make their eyes, their hearts meet.
"And dependable," he whispered as their lips met.