Heyoo! I'm having trouble connecting to the internet recently. But I wrote 3 chapters when my dad is calling the internet person. Stay tune to that! (P.S. It's like midnight over here, so if there are mistakes... You'll know why)

=Misaki's POV=

-Maid Latte-

"Aah! Misa-chan! Are you sure you're better?" Manager asked.

"Yes, I am. I can stand up without the stick anymore. But I still need it to walk around. Please let me work today," I begged.

"Well, okay then. But if it starts to hurt again, let me know, okay?" She smiled.

"Okay," I replied and went in the changing room.

I changed into my maid outfit, pulling my socks up to my knee so that the bandage won't be visible to the customers. And I went out.

"Krrng," the bell ringed.

"Welcome back, master," I said. "Here, let me take you to your seat."

And went through a 3-hour shift.

"Ugh... After days of not working, it seems so embarrassing to be in this outfit again..." I sighed as I took out the garbage.

"Wow," a voice said.

'Wait. That voice... It's his voice!' I thought.

I turned around and surely-

He was there.

"U-usui?" I pounded my chest.

'De ja vu much?' I complained. Not out loud though.

"W-why are you here?" I shouted.

"Just strolling by," he smiled. I swear I felt my cheeks burn. It's been a while since I saw that. His smile, I mean. "But why are you working here?"

'Ugh... Even after amnesia, he still found out my secret...' I let out an imperceptible sigh.

"For my family's financial purposes, okay?"

"But for a strict president, such as yourself, wouldn't it be a problem if anyone from school saw you in those?" He nodded to my maid uniform.

"Misa-chan! Are you alright? What's taking you so long?" Manager asked from inside.

"Ugh, wait here!" I said to Usui and went inside.

I changed into my Seika uniform and took my bag.

"Oh, you're back to your usual self..." He said.

'What's wrong with this guy? He's saying the same things as when he first saw me here...' I thought.

"Come with me," I pulled his v-necked t-shirt's sleeve.

We arrived at the park. The same park that we went when he first encounter me as a maid, too.

I explained, again, the whole thing to him, who was casually leaning to a pole of a swing. About how my dad had mysteriously disappeared, leaving a huge debt for my mom, Suzuna and me to handle. And, of course, why I had chosen working as a maid in a maid cafe instead of working in a physical labor near home.

"Am I the first one to know that you're a maid?" He suddenly asked.

I blinked in surprise.

'What should I say? He was the first one to know about it... But he forgot all about it... What should I say?' I filled my brain with questions like this.

"Ugh... Yes... I mean, no... I mean, I guess so... Eh, no..." My voice trailed off.

There was silence.

"Oh, I see... You don't feel comfortable discussing all this, huh?" He broke the silence.

"Eh, no!" I cried. It's not like it's bothering me to explain this all to him. In fact, I like to tell him this. It makes him that much closer to being the Usui I knew.

Before he got amnesia, that is.

"So you like to discuss all this?" He asked, his brow rose up.

"Well, not that I like it either..." I scratch my arm.

"Hmh," he chuckled.

"Something funny, idiot?" I used my demon tone.

"No... It's just... You're so cute, Ayuzawa..." He stretched out a hand and ruffled my hair.

My heart skipped a beat.

My cheeks burned with wild flame.

"W-what are you saying, you perverted out of space alien?" I gave him a punch.

"Perverted, out of space alien, huh? Is that my new nick name?" He smiled.

Silence... Not an awkward one, though.

Then suddenly, out of the blue, he squatted down as if he was pulled down by an octopus. Wailing in pain while placing a hand to his forehead. His eyes were tightly shut.

"U-usui? Are you okay?" I asked, my voice really worried. I squatted down so that my head is the same level as his.

"Y-yes," he tried to sound assuring, but his trachea failed him. He was definitely in pain. "Misa-chan..? Ayuzawa Misaki..?" He whispered.

"What is it? I'm here," I inched closer to him.

"I remembered something..." He said, slowly placing his hand down.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Something about you... I just can't make out..."

"It's okay... Don't need to force yourself," I patted his head.

"And that nick name you gave me..." He whispered. His eyes still closed, but not as tight as before. "I heard it before. A voice, your voice, constantly shouting it out loud."

'Could it be that he's recovering?' I asked myself.

"Come on, let's just go home," I said while helping him stand up.

"Home? You know where my home is?" He asked me. His eyes now open. Tears were piling up on the corner of his eyes.

'Crap! Why didn't I see that one coming?' I thought. 'What should I say now?'

Should I tell him his real home?

But then he might accuse me of being an obsessed freak again.

"N-no. I mean, don't you remember your home?" I broke the silence.

"Well, right now I'm living with Minami. Whenever I ask her where my home is, she won't answer me," he replied.

"Do you feel comfortable living with her?" I suddenly asked. I don't know why, but the question just suddenly popped in to my mind.

"To be honest with you, I don't. Every time I get home she would be all... Seductive and stuff. And not to mention that we need to share a room. But it's not like I have a choice, do I?" He looked at me, his lips curved into a sad grin.

"Well..." Suddenly an idea popped into my mind, "you may live with me. If you don't mind, that is."

"Won't your parents get mad if you suddenly bring a guy home?"

"I'm living alone."

"Oh, I see. But are you sure you don't mind?" He asked.

"I don't. The apartment I'm living in is quite big, it sometimes gets lonely there."

"Well, okay then. May I move in tonight? Because I really can't stand another night with Minami. She's kind of... Weird."

Yes! My genius idea worked!

"Sure," I said, trying not to sound as enthustiatic as I was really feeling, when a blow of wind strolled by. "Umm, let's go now. It's getting kind of windy out here."

"Let's go, Misa-chan," he said with his perverted tone.

"Hey! Since when did you start calling me that?" I gave him a punch on the shoulder while walking out from the park.

"Since I saw you wearing that cute maid outfit," he replied casually. "I must say, it turns me up after seeing you in such cute–"

"Shut up, pervert!" I shouted and gave him another punch.

'I guess things aren't be that bad afterall... Amnesia or not, he will always be a perverted out of space alien. My pervered out of space alien,' I thought. Then I realized that my lips were curving into a smile. I quickly forced it flat down right after I realized it.

"What about the things I'm going to need? Everyday goods, I mean," he asked.

"I got them at home," I replied when another gush of wind blowed, making my whole body shiver fitfully.

"Are you cold?" He asked me, placing a hand on my shoulders.

"N-no," I pulled away.

"You're freezing, Ayuzawa," he said with a worried tone. My cheeks fired up. It's been a while since I heard him call me by 'Ayuzawa' in a worried tone.

"I am not," I objected.

But he ignored me and grabbed my hand.

"Let me go, stupid Usui!" I tried to make him let go of my hand. But his grip was as hard as iron.

"I won't," he looked at me. Down at me, I suppose, since he was taller than me. And smiled.

My heart skipped a beat.

I quickly looked away to hide the fact that I was blushing. "Stupid... Usui..." I whispered.

And we walked towards my – or his, I should say – apartment like that.

Holding each other's hands in silence.

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