So I was curious and looked up whether it's okay to drop coins into the water with fish and apparently... It's pretty bad. For the sake of the story, I'll just ignore that hehe It's magic anyways, right? Hope you enjoy the chapter! I do not own Maid Sama.


The next time she passed by the fountain to look at the fish, Misaki took her time to track down one particular one. There seemed to be a few new ones, but her gaze quickly passed over them. She frowned when she did not locate the one she had grown attached to over the years. Where did it go? It was there just a few days ago, I swear.

An image of the man she met in the cafe surfaced to her mind and she nearly toppled backwards into the water. Shaking her head adamantly, she pushed the thought into the darkest parts of her mind, never to resurface again. Why did I think of him?! I don't even know who he is, and he's just a pervert and creeper. Misaki quickly stood up and brushed her clothes before heading away for work.

It was a day like any other, as usual, up until her shift ended. Things were getting stressful around school with tests coming up and her mother's health was beginning to weaken again, especially as she pulled over night shifts at the hospital. It's ironic how she works there to help other people, but can't even take care of herself, Misaki sometimes worried, and even found herself a little frustrated at her inability to change anything. Feeling an urge to make another stop before heading home, Misaki sat back down at the fountain and pulled out a coin.

"Why has everything I wished for come true except for my first wish? Perhaps it really is just my imagination. I've taken this fantasy too far anyways. I'm not a child anymore," she murmured to herself, absently rotating the coin between two fingers. But just as before when she made her first wish years ago, Misaki felt a nagging feeling that it was not right to just stop believing.

She took a breath to calm her thoughts and decided to just make another wish. Keep it as a tradition at least, right? Is what she told herself.

"I hope that something in my life will be different, aside from all the regular school and work thing I have going on." She then flipped the coin into the water and walked away without turning to look at what happened, as if anything would happen anyway. I might as well ask for something obscure and see how fate deals my cards, she smirked slightly to herself about her naive actions.

"Alright class, quiet down okay? Before the lesson starts, I want to introduce a new transfer student to you guys, so be nice and welcoming to him," the teacher announced.

Whispers passed throughout the students about why they were getting a new student when the semester was halfway through. Some excitedly bent forward in their seats as if to get a closer look at whoever was going to walk through the doors. Misaki stared mindlessly at her classmates and then returned to reading her notes from the previous lesson, paying no mind to the fact that there would be a new transfer.

The door slid open and the class hushed as the light footsteps echoed throughout the room. They stopped before a pleasant and low voice introduced the new arrival. "Hello, I'm - and it's a pleasure to be acquainted with you all." The girls all squealed at his appearance and Misaki, annoyed with all the commotion, glanced a quick look go the front of the classroom.

What could be the big deal?

Oh, she saw what the deal was, and she was not amused. It was the same guy from a few days ago at the cafe. The pervert. She quickly fixed her eyes back on the notes and tried to wish herself out of the classroom. The boy was just to infuriating, even after only exchanging a few minutes of words.

The teacher assigned him to some seat and Misaki saw his feet make it's way toward her direction. Please to the back of the room, please to the back of the room, she chanted. He stopped next to her desk and looked inquisitively down at her.

"Ayuzawa Misaki?"

She groaned and ignored his presence with all her might.

"Misaki-san?"

What is his problem? Can't he take a hint and just leave? She wanted to punch him in the gut, one for being a nuisance and another for the fact that he was already on a first name basis. What right did he have to do that?!

"Misaki? Misaki! Misaki!" The name calling never seemed to end.

She finally snapped her eyes open and looked around, arm tensing for a throw. But what she saw wasn't his face, but rather her mother standing by her desk with a worried expression.

"Misaki, are you okay? You weren't responding earlier and you're sleeping in later than usual. You'll be late for school. Should you take a day off to rest if you're feeling unwell?"

Misaki gasped and sat straight up.

Damn it, why did I even dream about him? I only met him one day, what the actual hell...

She offered a weak smile at her mom, reassuring her that she was fine and would prepare for school immediately.

Throughout her classes, her eyes would nervously jump to the door way, expecting her dream to come true and that the blonde would walk through any minute. She was high strung for the rest of the day and when it was time to leave for home, she cautiously stepped out into the street to make sure there wasn't any stalker around. She let out a breath when she saw no one, and quickly strode back home, thankful for the uneventful day.

A week had passed after the, in Misaki's opinion, harrowing incident in her mind, and a little to her dismay, she didn't see the one person she was curious about.

As she was cleaning up a table after the customer left, she heard the bell on the door jingle and snapped her head to look at who it was. Amber eyes clashed with emerald ones and her heart skipped a beat. Even though she didn't like admitting it to herself, she felt warmth and contentedness wash over her body just at seeing him standing there. Still, Misaki turned away from him and hoped that another staff would take care of him.

Only a few minutes passed before she heard her name. "Misakiii~" Honoka sang as she waltzed towards her. "The lovely man at the window seat is requesting for you to take his order~ Hmm, I wonder what that could mean?" She winked at Misaki while the latter glared at the general direction, fighting down the blush threatening to rise again.

"Okay, thanks. I got it." She huffed her way to the table and shot daggers at the man sitting there.

"Hello, what can I get for you today?"

He drummed his fingers on the table and was smiling to himself, completely ignoring Misaki.

"Sir? Is anything the matter?" She gritted, losing her patience with him even though he barely did anything. She seemed to lose all control of her emotions when he was around.

Before she could say something else, he spoke up. "I'm Usui Takumi." He glanced up at her confused expression. "You asked me who I was last time we met, remember?"

One of her eyebrows quirked up and she looked at him disbelievingly. "Don't you think that's a bit overdue? If it takes that long to answer a question, should I come back to your table next week to get your order?"

"No need to be so sassy. All in due time, alright? But I definitely won't mind you serving me next time, maybe even every time." His grin stretched wider at seeing that red color fan across her cheeks. "Okay no need to get worked up. I'll take a tiramisu parfait, please."

"Of course, I'll bring that out in a few minutes." Misaki replied curtly.

When she returned with his order, she was about to leave before she felt a hand close around her wrist. She jerked back and glared at Usui with murderous intent. "What the heck of you think you're doing?!" She whisper-yelled at him.

He looked unfazed at her outburst and leaned back comfortably in his seat. "Why don't you sit down with me for a while? You look like you have a lot of questions you want to ask."

"Are you kidding me? I'm working right now, if you didn't noti-"

"It's not too busy right now and I'm sure your manager won't mind it either."

Misaki opened her mouth to counter, but just at that moment, Manager Satsuki just had to come outside and incidentally saw Usui. With one look at his gesture towards Misaki, her mind instantly filled with moe flowers and nodded for Misaki to take a break.

Despite the burning curiosity she had for Usui, she was not happy with the situation. Flustered, she took a seat in front of him and looked at the table, hearing the spoon clink against the glass as he started eating the parfait.

Why isn't he saying anything when he wanted to talk? I don't know where to even start...

"Ayuzawa?" He got her attention immediately as her eyes connected with his gentle yet certainly amused ones.

"W- What?" She averted her eyes again. The way he called her with that soft and husky voice sent warm tingles down her back.

"Well, nothing much. Just thinking about how cute you are."

The heat around her was too much to handle. "Y- You pervert! A- Anyways, you better answer my questions since I took the time to sit here, okay?"

Usui merely hummed in response, watching her shift awkwardly under his gaze.

"First of all, stop staring at me so much. It's just... weird. And don't get me wrong. I know this is our second time meeting and all, but, I swear, if you take this the wrong way... I... Er- Just feel some connection between us?"

Usui's eyes lit up with shock at her confession and then changed to amusement. "So you mean to say that we're destined by fate, right?" He joked.

"N- No! I'm not done yet, you idiot." Misaki paused for a minute. "Never mind that. I'll just get through the basics, I guess. Yeah, that's a good idea for now," she started mumbling to herself.

"Okay," she announced, "what do you do and just introduce yourself in general." She ended up saying everything super fast towards the end, embarrassed that she couldn't articulate her thoughts well.

Laughter burst from across the table and she looked up to see Usui shaking from trying to maintain his composure. "Sorry, take no offense, but I was not expecting an interview." At her narrowed state and unamused look, he tried to act more seriously. "Okay, well, I don't do much at all. I guess I just have one purpose in life, but I've been keeping track of it pretty well these few years. I have a job... No, I wouldn't call it that since it seems like I'm being forced to do it, but surely you understand what I mean? I really enjoy it and it's not bother to me. It keeps me looking forward to each day when nothing of substance seems to occur."

He gazed at her with sincerity, hoping to convey his genuine emotions. Unfortunately, she just looked confused and he by all means understood her. What did he even know of his own life? He knew nothing he just said made any sense, but he hoped she would understand his state.

"So... What is that job then?"

There was a pregnant pause and he had a look of despair that Misaki pitied for a second.

"Don't you, you know, go to school?" She prompted.

"... No, I don't."

She stared at him quizzically. Well what kind of nutcase is he? You can never tell a person by their appearances, that's true enough.

"You have me ask my questions, but did you have any intention of answering them? Properly? Or are you here just to waste my time?" Rather than angry, Misaki just didn't understand him. She thought she would be able to know him better through this, but she only grew more doubtful.

"No, that's not it. Sorry, I'm just not too sure of things too much myself."

"Clearly," Misaki agreed. She found that this confused Usui was much more tolerable, and might she even say cute, which brought a small smile to her lips.

"I just know one thing, but I can't exactly tell you. But I promise that one day, you'll know," he gave her a pleading look and she nodded slowly.

Yup, definitely better.

Even though she barely got any answers out of him, Misaki felt more comfortable around him. She didn't know why, especially with how ambiguous he was and that he was still a stranger, but she was able to relax a bit. It was something like a bond she had with someone since she was young.

That being said, she allowed him to accompany her home that night. Of course, she questioned him about his motives, and mentally about how much time he had to waste from the time of their "talk" until now, but he reassured her that it was just that.

They walked slowly towards the bus station and made light conversation about her school life and other topics. It seemed that if he wasn't talking about himself, he had much more to say and tease her about. At one point, they were walking so close that her hand had accidentally brushed against his, to which she jumped away at the spark that ignited at her fingertips. He just casually murmured an apology and tucked his hands into his pockets. She would be lying if she said that she didn't blush at least half the way home with his nonchalant remarks and playful attitude, not to mention that first incident. It was way too soon for the both of them when they stopped at her home and were waving goodbye, Usui blowing her a kiss and throwing her a wink before she yelled after him to get lost.


I hope Usui didn't appear too OOC in this chapter with his failure to answer Misaki's questions and that shy demeanor. I feel like the story is moving a bit too fast for their relationship, but hopefully it's bearable. Please forgive me for my incompetence (●´ϖ`●) For the part about Usui asking to talk, I'm saying that it's more out of wanting to be with her. He knew she would ask about himself, but why not take the chance right? If that makes any sense… Anyways, I'm thinking of just adding one or two more chapters before finishing the story up, but we shall see when the time comes~ Feel free to leave any comments and critiques! They are all appreciated!

Thank you to Padfoot Starfyre and mazes for your reviews along with all the favs and follows! Hehe you guys are leading on to something but I won't reveal it until the future chapters. Hope you enjoy!