Hello! Another one-shot, though this is longer than my previous ones.
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I don't own Maid Sama! or any of its characters.
Her long, quick strides, with her short, reserved-for-work heels resounded through the halls of the building, lined with the cubicles of the employees.
A few glanced her way, bowing their heads in respect and fear.
A few wished her a good morning, with admiration and appreciation.
A few cowered in their seats, fearful of making eye-contact with her and getting blasted to smithereens.
Because she was the demon president.
She was referred to by this nickname by most of her employees; those who were afraid of doing a mistake of some sort and incurring the wrath of the demon-queen.
…..Or were just judging or calling her so because of the gossip.
But she didn't care, because whatever they may spout or remark behind her back, she was a confident person, and she knew that anything they said was just a load of bullshit.
And those who knew this, were those who could make eye-contact, who could look up and greet her like the normal person she was, and appreciate her efforts she achieved as a woman, not as a demon.
And one of them was the one she was currently waiting to see, with excitement bubbling through her veins.
Her long, quick strides with her short, reserved-for-work heels clicking against the pavement, were now directed to a different purpose.
To get home as quick as she could.
The message sent from him in her pocket, tucked safely in her mind and heart.
Takumi: Ahhh, home sweet home. But I don't really think I can call it home if Misa-chan isn't here…*wink emoji*
Takumi: Where has my sweet maid gone off to?
Misaki: I'm at work, you stupid pervert.
Takumi: Do you want me to pick you up?
Misaki: Of course not. Our apartment's right around the corner anyway.
Takumi: Ohoh, Misa-chan is eager to see me!
Misaki: Go and take a shower, alien.
Takumi: Yes ma'am!
Misaki, rolled her eyes, a smile on her face. He hadn't told her he was coming, so she hadn't prepared her mind yet when she'd suddenly got the text.
But she was quite surprised, since he would normally inform her, because as he'd put it, he missed her terribly, and would want her face to be the first one he saw when he got off at the airport.
And when she'd retorted that he'd have to see at least one face before seeing hers ("The airport is always crowded, hello?" she'd said), he'd made an annoying action of pondering over her remark, finger on the chin, and had said that he could find her with his eyes closed.
And when she'd opened her mouth to give another retort, he'd shut her up with a mind-blowing kiss.
Though, it might be possible. He was an alien, after all.
Her alien.
She rung the bell, her fingers drumming on the clasp of her bag with anticipation.
Hearing the lock click, she quickly straightened her expression (she didn't want him to think she was excited to see him, that would be annoying) and stared at the person behind the door. But it wasn't Takumi.
It was Tora.
But before saying a word, she found herself being pulled in, and facing a group of people.
"Happy Birthday!" they all said.
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She saw Manager and the Maid Latte staff, Sakura and Shizuko, her sister Suzuna, Tora and Chiyo, and-
Takumi.
Her breath hitched. She hadn't realized she'd missed him this bad; but it had been quite a long business trip (longer than the others, anyway); and seeing him with a ridiculous birthday hat on, she found herself brimming with happiness.
Giving him a proper welcome would be due later.
But now, she celebrated her birthday with her friends, where they wished her, bestowed her with a truck-load of gifts; she cut the cake, and then they left.
Short and simple, just how she liked it.
How Takumi knew she liked it.
"So you planned all this even when you were hundreds of kilometres away?"
"No, silly. I'd planned it way before I'd left."
She looked at him then, and removed the hat, which had (surprisingly) stayed on.
"Thank you."
"…You're welcome anytime, Misaki."
He had that tender, tender smile on his face, which always managed to melt her heart.
And it did.
No matter what people may call her at work, it didn't matter.
Because she had a person by her side who saw her for what she was, and loved her for it.
Who'd never stop loving her, nor she for him.
That's how strong their love was.
And that's how it would stay, forever and beyond.
Hope you enjoyed it! I seriously don't know how long I'll be keeping this consistent updating, but let's hope it lasts!
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No, actually it won't. I'm just putting up stories now since I'm jobless, cuz my classes haven't started yet.
Anyway, please Review!