I just want to say, that although I also am very disappointed when I see a new KWMS fic which doesn't have Romance in the genre, I hope you read this! I started reading it from the beginning again lately, and it struck me just how often Usui steps into save her. But also, how awesomely Misaki fights. And I miss her. She was fun. So, really, while I adore loved up UsAki, the awkward stage at the start was My Favourite.
Oh yer, first fanfic, like, ever. So R&R and whatnot. Puhlease. Tried to keep it not too OC, (look at me, down with the lingo). Enjoy! (^3^) (I meant to put this at the start of the first chapter but I'm an idiot, so that's why it's here…)
Chapter 2
Looking around, she saw him doggedly following her, looking straight ahead, and grinning widely when she saw him. She sighed inwardly.
No giving up, you. This isn't…romantic, it's harassment and stalking. No reason to want him to keep doing it. None.
She got off the train and walked straight to Maid Latte, getting changed in the staff room, and getting on with her shift, ignoring Usui, who was today here as a customer, and staring at her from the corner. Those three bakas were there too, being loud as usual, but today Misaki treated all 4 of her classmates with the same chilled demeanour.
It hit 7, the last hour before closing, and a group of middle aged men in suits entered, taking a table in the corner. They weren't regulars, and as was her wont, Misaki went over to them, feeling that the other girls would be at risk, but, of course, not worrying about herself.
"Welcome back, Masters. What can I get for you?" They looked at her, and she felt the skin- crawling sensation she only got from a few of the café's normally kind clientele. Ew… I was right to not let the girls take this.
Honoka had just pled off early for a date anyway, so it was just Misaki and the manager in the kitchen left, as the shop as the customers filtered out. Bringing over the drinks and cake the men had ordered, she smelt the beer on their breaths, and from the brochure stuck in one guy's pocket, she concluded they'd just come from karaoke.
As she walked over, she heard them discussing this shop, and how they'd come here for a joke, "you're right, cute girls calling you master, it's great!" one of them smarmed. As she went round the table, leaving the purchases at the correct person's place, the man who had just made the comment about the café put a hand on her leg. Misaki turned around, her eyes glinting. "Go on, call me master!" he laughed, pulling her close. Misaki could see Usui getting up quickly from his corner, and decided to act so he wouldn't have to.
Grabbing the man, she tore away his hand and flipped him onto the table, spraying cream everywhere. It's been a while since I beat anyone up. That felt good. "Don't lay a hand on me, you! Now, get out." As the men, looked at each other, they did decide to leave, despite Misaki flipping one of them, probably because of the dark aura emanating from her every pore.
As the bell rang, signifying the door closing, she immediately lifted the plates and spoiled food, and carried them into the kitchen, not losing a shred of composure. She was used to stuff like that, but in the last while it had always been Usui standing between her and danger. She had forgotten her own ability. Smiling, she went to mop up the mess, bowing to the customers left, who all gave her a round of applause, aside from Usui, who had left already.