Usui Pov

"Stay the night, kaichou."

Her eyes widen and her cheeks redden.

"W-What?! No way, Baka Usui!"

"Why not, prez?"

"Because you're a perverted alien stalker!"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"You seemed very into me earlier."

I got her this time. She shuts her mouth and bites on her lower lip. Damn, she looks sexy.

The doorbell rings. Perfect timing!

I get up to answer the door.

"Who is it?"

It's the manager. She hands me a bottle.

"This is for Misa-chan! She works so hard so I thought 'Maybe I should get her something' So make sure it gets to her!"

For some reason, I don't think that's why she handed me a bottle of liquor.

"Bye bye now!" she says and walks away.

Hold on for a second, how the hell does she know my address!

I close the door and sit down.

"Who was it, and what's that?"

"It was your manager, she brought something for you."

She looks at the price tag.

"Oh, this was expensive! We have to try it."

Should I? It's the prez drunk! There's no question.

I get out two glasses.

A few hours later (They're drunk)

"I should get home"

"Or you could stay~"

"I could stay"
"I could stay with Usui"

She sits on my lap.

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Do it, Usui"

I waste no more time.

I pick her up and lay her on the couch with me on top of her.

"Then I have one request."
"Call me by my name."

"Usui"

"No. My name."

"M-Master, please"

"My name."

"T-Takumi"

Even if we were drunk, hearing her say my name lit fireworks in my mind.

"Misaki..."

She kisses me before I can say anything else.

Drunk Misaki is starting to grow on me.

In the Morning

Misaki is wrapped in my arms. Her hair on my face, her eyes closed. I wonder what she's dreaming about behind those closed eyes.

She opens her eyes.

"I have a headache" she whines.

I stand up.

"I'll go make some coffee."

She looks up, more alert.

"Let me help you. You've done a lot for me already."

Then she realizes that she's in my apartment.

"F***! I need to call my mom!"

She gropes in her bag and finds her phone. Quickly she opens it and calls her mom. A confused look replaces the anxious one she was wearing.

"The manager told you I stayed overnight at a friends place?"

She hangs up.

"Can I shower before I head home? My hair feels greasy."

"Sure. Borrow something from my closet."

I may have said it relaxedly, but in reality, my heart was racing. The prez, in my clothes.

Why do I feel so much more alive when I'm around her?
How does she do this to me?


*Sorry this chapter was so short, I couldn't think. Tell me what you think would make a good story.