OH MY GOODNESS. This story is really, really hard to write! I don't know what's so different, really, between this and my other stories, but it just feels so different and... hard.

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For people who blushed because Usui saw Misaki naked: Now you know how I felt when I was writing that. Quite awkward, actually.

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I was startled by the information that all I did for the next 5 minutes was staring at the blonde in fear. Because, if you think about it, what different was Usui compared with the two guards?

Exactly. Nothing.

"I won't hurt you. Are you alright?" Usui asked again, his tone as gentle as his touch.

And also very dangerous if you were to give in to it.

"G-g-g-get a-a-away f-f-from m-me," I stammered as I scooted away from him.

He looked at me with concern evident in his eyes – or should I say, fake concern – for a while, before sighing. In a swift motion, he stood up and went towards a corner of the room. My eyes didn't follow where he went.

Why, I thought, did I ever think that Usui was a decent guy? He was a jerk who plays with ladies and later dumps them to pick out a new one, just like the other people in the Class. He was a liar. He lied to me in the face. And even though I wasn't sure what he had lied to me about, I still felt cheated.

As my cries turned to shudders, Usui came back with a brown, folded blanket on his hands. I tore my gaze from the warm, inviting blanket and glared at the blonde. I forced myself to remain calm, but tears were threatening to spill out of my already-swollen eyes. I told myself, again and again, that those were caused of hatred and the feeling of betrayal, and not because I had a love-in-first-sight, like how my friends back home would say.

Usui, ignoring my cold look, squatted down and slowly approached me like I was some wounded animal that he needed to take care of and not scare. But, considering how much scars and wounds there were on my body then, I might have looked like one.

Out of all the stuff that I could've been thinking about, I chose to think about the improvement he made. He was practically scaring the lights out of the bunny that noon, and now there he was, completely aware that a sudden wrong move would mean to my yelping away.

Then a thought occurred to me. He was acting. After all, he was a traitor, so acting wouldn't be so much of a surprise now, would it?

"Here," Usui whispered, his voice now not filled with that Class accent I resented for life. "You must be cold."

As he took another step forward, I dragged myself backward, only to find my back against the cold, tiled wall. It was only then that I fully realized how naked I was. Not a single fabric to cover a part of my body.

I was in front of a traitor, shivering like a weakling. And naked.

I was sure that then my cheeks went from pale to light peach.

"Shhh. I won't hurt you," Usui quickly – but not suddenly – breathed when he saw me backing away.

My head was pounding and the nausea was still with me. The room was a faint shade of white and the blonde in front of me was swaying like a drunkard.

I didn't have the energy to go on. I was ill, I finally accepted the truth. If this was to go on, I was going to be dead before they could even sentence me to a horrible way of dying.

So I didn't budge when Usui, still slow and gentle as a feather, draped me with the thick blanket. The fabric was heavy on my bony shoulders, and it felt like thorns on my wounds. But despite all that, it felt good. It was warm – really warm – and it seemed to calm down my pounding head.

One of Usui's hands snaked around my waist and pushed my back a little bit to the front, so he'd be able to put the blanket around me. I felt his hands on my breasts – to curl in the blanket so that it wouldn't fall down, I suppose – and felt all my nerves shouting out for me to spring up, but I didn't. I was in a too comfortable state to do anything besides sitting down and enjoy the warmth I was starting to regain.

I told myself to not get too comfortable, as I knew that it wasn't going to last long. I told myself that I shouldn't trust Usui – that he was nothing but a traitor – but my mind was too exhausted to actually remember stuff like that.

Once done, he sat down and observed me. I used the time to take a good look at the blonde himself.

He, I soon realized, wasn't wearing the same thing he had been in the woods. Instead, he was wearing a suit similar to what the guards wore, only his was dark blue in color and had a lot more golden accessories on it. His hair, instead of being messy-but-not-quite, was neatly combed to the side.

Despite my hatred towards him, I, with my voice barely comprehendible, murmured, "T-thank… you…"

Usui's brows shot up, but he quickly dismissed his shock. He replied, with a faint smile on his lips, "No problem."

He looked as if he wanted to say more, probably to ask more, but he knew that then wasn't the time to do so. He knew that I would freak out again if he was to ask what happened or why I was in the condition I was in. He knew that I would feel really embarrassed if he had asked why I was stripped and sliced. He knew, and so he didn't ask more.

And I sort of looked up to him for that knowledge.

I told myself to not fall asleep the second the wave of fatigue washed over me, but, of course, my mind wasn't really in charge of me by that point. And so I did.

My body fell down onto the floor by itself, and I didn't bother shifting myself to a more comfortable position. My eyes closed instantly as the whole world faded to black.

But a second before unconsciousness, I dragged up my eyes, even if just for a millimeter. And I saw Usui leaving me, closing that cursed white door he had came in from behind him. Leaving me alone.

Of course. I should've known.

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