This chapter goes out to my bae bee (aka ArrowBee~) since she mentioned a scene like this in one of her reviews ;)
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"Mmm…"
Misaki shifted slightly, stretching her arms and legs as she groaned, being extra careful as to not to hit Takumi in the face.
She smiled and cuddled back into his arms. Misaki noticed that recently she'd been waking up in his bed pretty often, which got her wondering if she'd even be able to sleep properly on her own when they left this villa.
Misaki blushed at her own thoughts. Of course you'll be perfectly fine without him! Gosh Misaki, when have you become so reliant on this guy?! she scolded herself, only to remember that "this guy" was her boyfriend that cared about her and loved her more than the world. A smile managed to sneak onto her face once again.
Her attention immediately shifted to his face as she noticed him squint his eyes before they fluttered open. Of course, his signature smirk was plastered on his face by now at the fact that she had been staring at him.
"Morning," he greeted, bringing her closer to him—if that was even physically possible.
"M-Morning."
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Ding dong!
Misaki hopped up from the couch immediately upon hearing their doorbell ring.
"Who is it?" Takumi called from the kitchen. He was currently cooking French toast covered in a light drizzle of maple syrup, along with a small fruit salad. The mouthwatering smells wafted throughout the room, and just as any other day, Misaki tried not to think about it too much or else either her stomach would get too responsive and growl up a storm, or she'd end up drooling.
"I'm checking," she called back, making her way quickly towards the door. She unlocked the front door and pulled it open, revealing a deliveryman with a small box in his hands.
"Package for Misaki Ayuzawa," he informed, holding out a small clipboard with a paper for her to sign. Misaki raised an eyebrow. Hadn't she just received a package yesterday?
Nevertheless, she took the pen that was attached to the clipboard with a brown piece of string and scribbled her signature at the bottom. She took the package from him and thanked him before he left.
This box was significantly smaller than the one she'd gotten yesterday. It was maybe the size of her palm at the largest. Again, it had no name of the sender on it. Great.
"Misaki? Who was it?" Takumi asked. Misaki walked to the kitchen and showed the small cardboard box to him.
"I'm not sure," she replied. She shook the box and almost jumped in surprise at the sound of it rattling. "Beads? I have no clue," she concluded, setting it down on the table.
Takumi finished cooking the last slice of French toast and slid it onto a plate. "Well, why don't you see for yourself?" he inquired. Misaki glanced at him suspiciously.
"Do you have something to do with this?" she asked skeptically. He raised an eyebrow before shaking his head.
"Not that I know of. Is it your birthday soon or something?" he wondered aloud. Only then did they realize that neither of them knew the other's birthday.
"Nope. My birthday's on the 29th of September," she responded, before flickering her eyes his way in a questioning manner. He took the hint and answered his own question.
"April 27th," he spoke. Misaki nodded in understanding, letting out a sigh of relief as she realized she hadn't missed his birthday. "Aren't you going to open the box?"
Misaki shrugged. "I'll open it later," she said, leaning over in interest, watching him peel and slice a kiwi. "What'cha making?" she asked casually.
"French toast and a fruit salad for my favorite girl," he teased, leaning over and placing a small kiss on her nose. She squeaked and hopped back in surprise. He chuckled at her reaction.
"Y-You…" she started, hovering her fingers in front of her nose.
"Me?" he inquired, tilting his head to the side, feigning confusion.
"You're a pervert," she concluded. He pouted.
"Is loving my adorable girlfriend perverted?" he inquired, dropping a handful of kiwi slices into a bowl before sliding the extra bits off the knife. Misaki blushed, but chose to stay quiet since she was embarrassed and didn't exactly have any comeback for that. "Time to eat," he told her, handing her a plate.
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Misaki stared at the object in her hand. She was currently standing in her bathroom, and after opening her package she was…stunned, to say the least. Stunned wouldn't be quite the word to describe what she was feeling—it was more of a what the actual fuck moment.
Misaki held an orange pill container full of, get this, birth control pills. She didn't even know where to start. To make this entire situation about a hundred times more awkward, it wasn't Sakura who sent it as a joke. No siree.
It was Misaki's mother.
Yeah, you know, that mother she didn't have time to visit for months? The first interaction she's had with her in a while was this. Misaki pretty much concluded that this was the worst present you could receive from a parent ever. She couldn't figure out the meaning behind it!
And guess what? Even better, her mom attached a note to the small bottle.
Misaki :)
I know you're a big girl now and when you live with an attractive male, those kinds of activities are inevitable. Stay safe!
Love, Mom.
It was strange how almost excited her mom sounded about this. Misaki was beyond embarrassed and definitely did not want to show this to Takumi or he'd never let her live it down.
Misaki sighed and tucked the "gift" into her pocket, before deciding to destress herself with a shower.
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"Ahh," Misaki sighed, feeling quite blissful after her warm and quite relaxing shower. She stepped out of she shower, noting that the heavenly warmth fogged up all the mirrors.
Misaki gently squeezed the excess water out of her hair, before patting it down with a towel. Once it was slightly damp, but not sopping wet, she reach in a cabinet below their sink for the hair dryer.
Except it wasn't there.
Continuing her search, Misaki bent down to look around in the compartment. She couldn't see nor feel the orange hair dryer anywhere. Maybe Takumi's using it? she wondered, only to remember they had two hair dryers in this house—one for each bathroom—so he shouldn't have had to take this one.
Just in case, she wrapped a towel around her slim figure and crept out the door. Quickly and quietly, she rushed over to the other bathroom. Somehow, she felt like a spy—or maybe more like a teenage girl sneaking back home after staying out two hours past her curfew without informing her parents. Either or.
After searching through the cabinet in the other bathroom, and as expected, finding no hair dryer, Misaki was thoroughly annoyed by now and made her way back to her bedroom to get dressed. I swear, if Takumi's pranking me, he's going to get it, Misaki promised herself.
As she walked out of the bathroom, Misaki almost shrieked in fear as she came face to face with a tall, blonde man—also known as Takumi Usui. Well, not exactly face to face since he was significantly taller than her, but nonetheless it scared the living shit out of her.
Misaki quickly gripped the towel tightly as to make sure it didn't slip down and reveal more skin than it needed to. Why did all these embarrassing events need to happen to her all in one day?!
"Um, can I help you?" Misaki inquired. She didn't mean to sound so sarcastic, but it came out that way since she was currently really nervous and semi-embarrassed even though nothing really big actually happened.
"No," he responded. Just as Misaki was about to go off on him and tell him to move away then and stop being a pervert, he added, "But I believe I can help you."
She rose an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" came her reply. "I don't exactly require assistance at the moment."
Takumi smirked. "You sure about that?" he asked, tauntingly raising up the orange hair dryer she'd been practically turning the house upside down looking for.
Misaki gasped. "You were pulling a prank on me!" she exclaimed. "Give it here," she instructed, holding her hand out for him to pass it to her.
"No can do," he responded curtly. Misaki furrowed her brows.
"Why not?"
"Oh? So, I suppose you don't recall almost burning down this entire villa the other day?" he chuckled. Misaki froze.
"...Takumi, stop it. You're not serious right now, are you?" she frowned.
He, on the other hand, grinned. "Dead serious, honey."
Misaki groaned. She couldn't believe he was acting so childish. "Takumi!"
"Yes, love?"
She chose to ignore the nickname—for now—and focus on retrieving the hair dryer. "I need to dry my hair," she said.
He licked his upper lip, which sent shivers down her spine, as he suggested something which would in most other situations end him up with a bruised eye.
"I can help you with that."
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"Stop staring at me, you pervert…"
And so, that's how just a few minutes later, Misaki Ayuzawa found herself sitting in the bathroom with her boyfriend drying her hair. She did have to admit, it did feel really nice having someone else do this for you every now and then. Not to mention that he was actually really good at it. Like he is at everything, Misaki added in her head.
"I just can't help it. You look so beautiful and your hair flowing around only tempts me further," he teased. Misaki blushed.
"Shut up and just dry my hair," she demanded. He put on his poker face
"Yes ma'am."
For a few moments, Misaki and Takumi were silent. It was just the blowing of the hair dryer—which had strangely gotten much weaker all of a sudden—and their gentle breaths.
"A-Ah," Misaki stammered in surprise. "I said dry my hair, not my ear!" she exclaimed, turning her head abruptly. That's when she saw the hair dryer pointed downwards towards the floor, and his face incredibly close to hers.
He licked his upper lip seductively, while Misaki turned a dark red color. That's when she realized he'd been blowing in her ear, and it wasn't the hair dryer.
"Takumi!" she said in a scolding manner. He grinned.
"Yes, lo—"
"I swear, Takumi, if you use that response one more time I will kick you in the spot where the sun does not shine," she threatened. He raised his hands in surrender.
"Have mercy," he said jokingly. He knew that if he actually tried to prevent it, she wouldn't be able to lay a hand on him, so her threats and warnings never exactly made him fearful. He thought it was quite cute when she got mad, actually.
"Then behave yourself," she huffed. He smirked.
"I'm still upset that you had to put clothes on…I would've much rathered drying your hair with the towel on. Or if you didn't like that, maybe with nothi—"
Misaki abruptly stood up. She'd previously put on some clothing, to prevent any embarrassing situations. Just because she let him do a favor for her, didn't mean that she wasn't taking precautions. Well, to her standards, getting her hair dried by him was already embarrassing by itself, but she wanted to avoid any extra additions that could land her in a humiliating position.
"I-I'm leaving now, you pervert! Air drying is better for your hair anyway," she exclaimed, reaching for the doorknob, only to hear the hair dryer turn off and his arms wrap around her slender waist. Misaki's face heated up.
"Okay okay, I'm sorry. Now please sit down and I'll do my job properly," he apologized, and she could tell from his tone that he meant it.
"A-Alright. But one more inappropriate remark from you and—"
"Yes yes, you'll kick me there and leave the bathroom, leaving me here to suffer and relish in the pain alone," he grinned knowingly. Misaki blushed again for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
"I'm not that cruel…" she murmured. Takumi turned the hair dryer back on and parted her hair to the side.
"Mhmm," he hummed sarcastically, blowing her slightly less damp hair around with the tool, watching her raven locks fly around.
Deciding he'd teased her enough for one day, and also because he was a man of his word, Takumi did his job properly and stopped messing around…kind of.
The occasional, warning tone of Misaki saying "Takumi!", and sometimes even followed by a slap, could still be heard from outside of the room. But still, no matter how much Misaki tried to deny it, she really did enjoy and cherish moments like these.