A/N: I LOVE SUNDAYS!

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This is another random chapter. The first one in Usui's POV!

Okay, so here goes-


Painting (Usui's POV)

It was an exciting day for me. The day I had been looking forward to since I ever asked Misaki to join me for dinner. Usually, I woke up from my morning slumber at noon on weekends due to several calls from those charming fangirls of mine…*sigh*. If even one of these calls came from my Misa, all the waking up would be worthwhile.

To be honest, when I had first asked her if she wanted to have dinner at my apartment, I knew she'd hit me. Considering a perverted alien like me whose mind was strictly fixed on harassing my girlfriend (well, that's what she said), she must've thought inviting her over at my place would only end up with both of us in bed together.
My Ayuzawa doesn't trust me at all. Even after staying the night at my place once before…she still didn't trust me…? How sad…

But then after all, she had agreed, and hurried away, telling me she'd meet me on Sunday evening.

Ever since then, I had been put to test- when I seriously had to control my excitement and gain control over myself.

Sunday evening arrived, and I neatly put down my sketchbooks (I like to draw once in a while) and made my way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I had to make something that Misaki didn't find too sophisticated.. I laughed at the memory of her dinner with my….parents. She had been so nervous when they said names of dishes in French. Honestly, my Misa…

Just then, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find her standing there, pink in the face. She looked beautiful always in her typical oversized clothes.

I smiled and let her enter.

"Good evening." She said, still blushing.

I wanted to kiss her right there and then, but unfortunately she had that resolved look that said I would be dead if I tried anything. And if I died, then who would make her dinner?

"Make yourself comfortable- I'll join you in a minute" I said, going back to the kitchen as she sat on the couch, putting her handbag down, eyeing my sketchbooks- the one where I had drawn none other than my Ayuzawa in various dresses- her casual attire, school uniform, Maid Latte uniform (my favourite!) and so on and so forth.I smirked and went away.

I chopped the onions and fried the rice quickly, my hands a mere blur. What can I say? I wanted to go to her as soon as possible- my heart was beating wildly.

After putting everything, I took my apron off. Now we just had to wait for the rice to cook properly, and I could spend those divine minutes with my wonderful Misaki!

"Usui!" she cried.

Alarmed, I went over to where she sat looking down at a replica of herself in my book. The picture showed her turning around and scowling at me. The way she was blushing right now made me smile wider.

"Yes?" I smirked, sitting next to her on the couch, closing the gap between us.

"This book- you've drawn my faces in it! What the heck do you-!" she cried.

I laughed. She glared at me. How cute!

"What exactly do you mean by this, Usui!" she started to shout "You're such an alien! Who goes around making pictures of girls all the timed,huh? Pervert!"

"If you would notice, I've only drawn you- my special Ayuzawa!"

She blushed further more "Why do you keep on doing this stupid stuff?"

I laughed softly and put my arm around her back "I want to look at you all the time, Misaki. So I draw lots of pictures of you. Then I can look at you whenever I want to!"

"You're- you're just so weird!" but her blush told a different story.

"Why don't you do a portrait of me?" I asked suddenly.

She stared at me, horrified "No! I came here for dinner, Usui, just get it over with-"

"My Misa doesn't want to spend time with me" I pouted. It's one of my necessities for living now- teasing her. I absolutely am dependant on her constant cuteness! If Misaki was a net-idol then she'd easily give Aoi a run for her (or his…?) money.

"I'd want a piece of your handiwork." I said, smirking "I'm just your boyfriend- or is the reason you don't want to draw me because you're afraid you won't be able to put my dashing good looks on a mere piece of paper?"

Of course, competitive little Ayuzawa-always embarrassed whenever I mentioned her love for me- went "You wish, you alien! I'll do it!"


I closed the door after Misaki left, sighing happily. 2 hours of complete bliss spent in the company of the one girl I loved more than life itself.

I looked down at the folded piece of paper in my fist and made to open it.

"Can I see it now?" I asked.

She quietly folded the paper and handed it to me "H-Here.."

I smiled, and began to unfold it when she caught my wrist in alarm. I looked up at her "What is it?"

"D-don't – don't open it now" she said, red in the face, tightening her grip on my hand…just her touch..it made me want to do oh so much more to her.. "Please. Open it after I leave. Then you can laugh as much as you like, you alien…"

My eyes went wide at her furiously red face, then I smiled "Fine. If that's what you want."

Finally, the paper was unfolded and the portrait of me done by my Misa revealed. I stared at it for a while, then covered my mouth, trying my best not to laugh.

My, my! Misaki, the daring, amazing Council President- who could punch a bunch of bullying boys and win every race for the sake of one girl and transform herself into a man to enter into a Butler's competition- couldn't paint!

It was no use- I had to burst out laughing. The painting was such a messy drawing of me only my Misa could've done it!

I gazed at the painting where I sat, my blonde hair a little green because somehow she'd mixed my eye color with my hair- there was no hint of any pupils in my eyes- resulting in them looking blankly green, and my skin- which was green, red and yellow all at once. This was a miracle of art- she'd managed to mix everything together! I couldn't believe a portrait of my face could be so unrecognizable! I even looked a little like an alien!

Well, I'm living up to the reputation of it after all.

I smiled and found some duct tape and stuck the portrait up on the wall opposite to where I slept, so that I would see it the first thing in the morning when I woke up and the last thing in the night when I slept.

The portrait was a mess- nothing but a blonde grassy furball.

And yet, despite everything, it was the most beautiful painting I'd ever seen.


A/N: Not that good, in my opinion. I though I was kind of repeating things or I dunno.

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The next one is going to be the cake one.

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