First of all I would like to apologise for not having updated my story. No excuses. For a while I actually thought of just dropping it altogether but when I was given a review recently I was rather surprised and thought I should make a better attempt at completing it. I had actually written this chapter (It is short, sorry) before my well, hiatus. I just skimmed through it quickly to see that it came to a slight end so sorry for any mistakes. I will get to writing the next chapter really soon!
Whilst writing the next chapter I think that I will slowly be editing my previous chapters. I also probably should re-read parts of the manga so I don't mess up any of their personalities since it has been ages and I may have forgotten a thing or two hehe.
Well here's chapter 7!
Chapter 7
The blonde and the blushing tomato stared blankly at the girls squealing in joy and tears from his deep words.
"Kyaa, wouldn't it be great if the Seika boys were as cool and sweet as Usui-kun?"
"I know right!" another girl squealed out.
The boys however, found this behaviour rather unacceptable, "Hey! We're plenty cool and sweet okay, maybe not as much as Usui-san but we still are. Polite too" Yuki pointed out whilst puffing out his chest earning him a bunch of snickers from the girls.
"Polite? Really? I suppose slamming doors shut as soon as you exit one counts as polite"
Soon enough, an argument rose and words were shot back to each other.
That's when atmosphere suddenly changed. This was a feeling the boys were far too familiar with, a shiver ran down each and every one of their spines. The girls however found comfort in it, their eyes sparking at their protector.
The demon within the blushing girl surged, her face red with anger. The boys took this as their queue to shut up. They conceded and lowered their heads down, afraid to lock eyes with the demon, not wanting to see the fire within her eyes.
"You sound like a bunch of idiots. You guys should know better than anyone that you lot are anything but polite. Otherwise, you wouldn't have even started this! What the girls have said were all true! Do you guys still want to play or not? Otherwise, I can give you boys a task I'm sure you'll… enjoy" she burst out in anger. A devilish grin setting in at her last words, ideas of their punishment flowing through her clever mind.
"S-S-Sorry pres! We'll continue with the game. Sorry girls!" Yuki apologised on their behalf, still refusing to meet Misaki's eyes. Nice choice. She may have Usui but she is still highly sensitive on the matter of condescending behaviour from the boys. Well any words spat out from the boys that the girls don't approve of she would find condescending so it's a loss for them either way.
"What a shame. I was really looking forward to a different… activity" she laughed evilly.
They all once again gathered round in a circle. It was Usui's turn to pick a person and everyone noticed his disinterest. If he was being completely honest, he would have chosen Misaki and hoped that she would pick Dare. The pervert smirked inwardly at the thought of daring his girlfriend to be his personal maid for a week. He knew not to say such things in the presence of his classmates which did bring a slight disappointment for him.
He yawned, his disinterest out completely now. His eyes locked onto a shy short green-haired boy talking silently with a boy wearing glasses.
"I pick Yukimura" he announced plainly.
Yukimura froze for a moment when he heard his name chosen. He blushed when his eyes met Usui's, ever since that day in the student council room, he has always been rather… nervous and scared. He eventually nodded meekly, his fear clearly visible.
"T-Truth" he stuttered out.
He thought for a second and voiced out his thoughts, "If you were the president for a week, what would you do"
Most of the guys lost interest in this but some were rather curious, including the girls and awaited the timid boy's answer.
"U-uh, I guess that I would… do a themed dance… since, some people have been r-requesting me to a-ask Pres to hold one" he said quietly.
All the girls squealed in joy, forgetting for a moment that dear Yukimura isn't the president. Misaki thought about a dance for a moment, a vision of her slow dancing with a certain perverted blonde boy came to mind. She blushed visibly at the thought; this went unmissed by the pervert himself.
He smirked, "Is Ayuzawa thinking about us together dancing" he said teasingly.
Her blush became even more prominent "Y-You really are an alien! I mean n-no" she says quickly, beating herself up inside for the slip.
"It's bad to lie you know Ayuzawa" he chuckled, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.
Before she could bash out another lie the pair were interrupted, by loud squeals. They turned and looked at the girls dancing around together happily discussing what would be great to have in the dance, along with colors to their suiting leaving her dumbfounded.
She got to thinking, would it be so bad to do a dance? What if… the guys go wild? She snapped out if it when she felt a warm touch on her shoulder. Her gaze shifted from the dazed girls over to the handsome blonde.
"Misa-chan, they look quite excited don't they? Would it be so bad to do a dance?" he asked carefully.
She sighed, "I guess not… I'll think about it"
She faced the crowd of excited students and caught their attention "I'll keep this in mind but… no promises okay?"
They all nodded happily, it was better than getting an immediate rejection and sat back down, ready to continue this game of prying information from the flustered demon president.
Turns went on, some of the dares the guys did were anything but pleasant, licking the ground, eating grass, climbing trees (and the joy of falling off one), eating an old bit of chewing gum near the road where someone must have thrown out from a car ride. All in all, they were gross.
From each and every turn they all would snicker loudly listening to Shintani's whining of hunger, he wasn't the only one complaining either, they received an equal number of complaints from his rumbling tummy.
Misaki, not being able to hold out much longer with his constant whining and even fake tears, well she thought they were fake - they weren't - allowed him to resume his snacking habits which normal people would have considered a buffet.
From the looks Misaki were given by the snickering students, she knew she wasn't going to be pleased one bit when it is goes back to her turn.
