Kaichou wa Maid-sama!

22/04/2018

Mah bees, I finally have a plot for this! I'm so stoked I might focus on this one before anything else. Shoutout to Jane, Guest, Padfoot Starfyre, and Minniemiss123, and Guest! Also I won't be putting titles from now on. Heh, thinking for titles is so nerve-wracking that it can stop me from updating D:


CHAPTER 9


The night had grown darker as they entered the hotel, too tired to be embarrassed about what had transpired, although not tired enough to fall into eternal sleep just yet.

"You can use the shower first."

They glanced at each other; a surprised look had been on the both of them realising that they had the same thought in mind, and Takumi smiled.

"You go first Ayuzawa."

He had expected her to argue a little bit more; obviously, because she was Ayuzawa, but the thing was that the Ayuzawa in front of him was exhausted; too abashed to say the least, and so he had only expected her to argue a little bit.

"O-Okay. I'll be quick then."

But she didn't anyway, and he watched her figure disappear down the hall before walking over to the table where her things were, and he grabbed the envelope that lay there.

The brochures that had all the this-and-thats of what to do in Okinawa fell out, and Takumi found himself amused at the sight of photographs of him and Ayuzawa at the dolphin show lying with the leaflets. She had kept them after all, despite them having been quite over-priced and her eyes enlarging when she found out how much they costed.

"What a waste", he sighed, for he had actually bought two copies of each photograph so that he could give one of each to her later on. Oh well, he could have them for safekeeping.

Just in case Ayuzawa burns their house down (in an attempt at cooking) when they're happily married.

But anyway, she would do no cooking unless he was there to watch her. Of course not, she wouldn't. As amusing as it was, he couldn't bear to have Ayuzawa burn their house down because she tried to cook, obviously, because the president might even burn herself to death in the process.

No. He could not have her cooking at all—

—which was actually a funny thought, considering the fact that the two weren't even "actually" dating yet, but he enjoyed making scenarios in his head either way.

Takumi looked over the photographs again, before skimming through the brochures that she had. There were scribbles of her chicken scratch penmanship on it, and he grinned at the thought that she probably wrote that in a haste.

Tons of good food here! :D

He chuckled at her writings.

Must go—Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium (I want to see sharks—a king crab, perhaps?)

"Ah, she must have wanted to take pictures of king crabs for Suzuna to see."

A BIG MUST (can't NOT go): jet-skiing

"Hey Usui, sorry I took a while", Ayuzawa's voice spoke up, breaking his train of thought. "I haven't relaxed in so long", she muttered to herself.

"It's fine—I'll go ahead then."

He was quick to keep the brochures and the pictures aside.

"Uh yeah, sure."

His eyes stopped where Ayuzawa sat on the bed drying her hair with a small towel.

"You need a towel or something?"

Her amber orbs roamed his figure, as if wanting to know why he was staring at her.

"Can Ayuzawa do me a favour?"

"U-Uh, I guess."

"Don't sleep yet."

"Is... there something wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with worry as she stood, almost as if to prepare herself for the worst.

"Nothing in particular. I just don't want us to sleep yet."

"O-Okay."


She doesn't know how things had ended in such a way, but Takumi sat behind her on the bed, his legs flopped into an upside down W shape as he hummed a soft tune, drying her hair with his towel.

"I can d-dry my hair, idiot."

"I know, but I want to dry Ayuzawa's hair", he simply said, his voice so gentle that all she could do was nod silently. "And besides, your towel had already been too wet to still be able to dry your hair, so I'm drying Ayuzawa's hair for her."

"Do you l-like drying people's hair?"

It took her every ounce of her control to shut her mouth, but she was curious. Way too curious that she was able to have three reasons to ask such a question. One of them was whether he had dated others before—and whether he dried their hair the way he did hers.

Another was whether Usui had siblings—and if he did, did he dry their hair too?

And the last of which was... that is—how could he dry someone's hair as if he had been doing it millions of times before? Drying someone's hair wasn't such a big deal, but Usui did it for her in such a gentle manner that she could feel the tension in her body dissipating into the cold air, along with the warmth that emanated from her body—and of course, his.

"It's my first time drying someone else's hair, but I like it", he said softly.

He leaned in closer, observing the skin that had been exposed in front of him before planting a kiss so subtle that Misaki herself would've thought she was dreaming if she hadn't seen it in their reflection in the mirror that had been stuck to the wall across them.

A soft gasp.

"Ayuzawa feels cold from the shower, but I know her face is warm right now."

"I—It isn't, you idiot", she managed to blurt out, her voice as weak as her spirits as she forced herself not to watch Takumi trail more kisses whilst he held her hair to one side.

"Then—does it not matter if I continue?"

His question wracked her mind. It was too tempting, almost too tempting that she thought she would melt at his words.

"I-It..."

She breathed, and her heart calmed for a little while because she finally remembered to.

"—it does."

She turned around to face him, face crimson as she took the towel from his hands. She was trembling, he could tell, but she had made her resolve, and then she was drying his hair, and he found that he did not—he could not protest.

"I—I don't know what to do with you. I—what are we, Usui?"

They weren't friends. Friends don't make your heart race the way he could, and friends don't kiss each other the way they kissed, and she already accepted the fact that they weren't enemies either. It had been long ago since she had looked at Usui as an enemy, and like friends, no two enemies would make each other's hearts race, nor do they kiss or hold hands or—

"Does it matter to Ayuzawa?"

"O-Of course, it does", she whispered, before her hands stopped and rested by the crook of his ear. "Does it matter... to you?"

"I guess it does, because obviously, I don't have the right to get angry if someone tries to get to you—since we're not dating, that is, so who am I to get mad?" he whispered, a sullen look on his face. "But right now, maybe it doesn't matter after all, because I know how Ayuzawa feels and she knows how I feel."

Her hand dropped to caress his jaw ever so lightly, before eventually falling to rest on her lap.

"Don't worry, I understand. There's you being president, and there's your part time job too. You don't have to say anything right now—I'll wait til Ayuzawa's ready, and then we'll worry together about what labels stick", he smiled.

Her hands rose to cover her reddened face. "Idiot. You're really an idiot."

"But Ayuzawa's not less of an idiot—you're also the idiot for falling in love with this idiot", he chuckled as he pulled her close, her face against his chest.

"Stupid. I hate you."

He couldn't help but grin at how she didn't say nor do anything to deny his statement, and she scoffed, her words too weak to make an impression as opposed to her hands that spread across the expanse of his broad chest, feeling the thin barrier of cotton that stopped skin from meeting skin.

And she breathed in his scent; and he smelled like mint and newly washed sheets and dark chocolate and orange flavoured tea and everything she loved, and it was ironic of course, after her declaration of hatred which she so apparently felt for him.

But they knew, and that was all that mattered.

"Ayuzawa...?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Would you mind it if I...?"

His whispers become nothing as he traced the hem of her shirt, waiting for a reaction that would tell him that she did as a matter of fact—that Ayuzawa did mind, and that he should stop.

But the way she shuddered beneath his touch and the way her eyes closed as his fingers brushed against her skin told him otherwise.

"I—w-would it be w-wrong?"

"What would?" His words came out calm, as opposed to his heartbeat that began to grow frantic as Ayuzawa did the same, before tugging at the material that she had been toying with for a while now.

"I—I don't know..." she breathed, her soft gasps getting desperate as the air around them seemed to disappear. "I—b-because... I'm like this... that maybe you might be seeing me as indecisive... and I thought... w-would it be wrong to want this—when I can't even—"

He hushed her with the tip of his finger, his eyes smiling as he tucked her head in the crook of his neck. "I thought I told Ayuzawa... I'll wait."

"... Oh... y-you will?"

"Yeah."

She blushed to the roots of her hair.

"I want to assure you that nothing will happen between us that we're not ready for..."

"I—I know..."

His hands caressed her sides ever so gently, before moving to take her shirt off of her.

Slowly... but surely.

Misaki gasped softly as the warmth that had been provided by her shirt was taken from her, yet she did not complain. He had been so nervous—so delicate with how he held her in his arms that she found herself submitting to his wants—and she found that she too, had wanted such a thing for the longest time.

"...because it's you after all."

Ayuzawa Misaki watched as the man before her proceeded to take his shirt off.

And the both of them froze for a moment at the sight of each other—he only clothed from the waist down and she in her bra and sweatpants.

And he leaned in for a kiss, her lips so soft and delicate against his that he would always be anxious to kiss her.

But she responded for a few moments or so, until exhaustion had taken its toll on her, and Ayuzawa Misaki could all but stay awake.

"Maybe... we're just a bunch of idiots after all."