Hello! This is the last part of "Quiet morning", then there is the second chapter, I hope you enjoy it. Leave feedback please, I still didn't wait for the translator, if someone can write to me on Discord - SdohshiDesigner#9020
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For the boy and girl, everything around froze, as if time itself had stopped. The walls of the room began to press against Misaki, she felt like she was stepping on thin ice that she hadn't even seen before. She herself was frightened by what she had done, but it did not happen automatically, rather ... She felt some responsibility for what was happening, and that it had to happen. It just didn't work out the way it should, and Takumi reaction surprised her, didn't she want to? In any case, they can discuss it later. Hesitating, the girl hunched over like a wild animal trying to hide. Usui just couldn't let that happen, no. She shouldn't think it's her.
- Hey, Misa-chan, why are you shrinking, don't turn into a raisin," his mocking voice had the right effect, black eyebrows moved, the wings of the nose swelled, releasing almost steam, and the girl's figure immediately assumed the pose of an experienced hero.
- Take care of yourself, mister perfection,- despite her apparent irritability, the girl was glad that he let go of the situation. She thought about it. Takumi was always impenetrable, always teasing her, ironically, deducing in every way so that a crack was inevitable.
It was as if he was not from this planet, indeed, a real alien, who always saves at the right moment, who scoffs when she needs to make it easier for her. Behind all this, she simply forgot that her lover, first of all, is the same person as she is. He has his fears, his secrets, his sore didn't know about this before, but now it's like stepping into previously unexplored territory, which definitely needed to be explored carefully, without pressure, because who knows where the limit of the guy himself is ...
- Mosi-Mosi (this is how the Japanese greet by phone, instead of Hello), the Earth calls Misa! Have you really decided to fly to my home planet? It's the same without me,- the blond's sarcastic voice pulled Misaki out of her thoughts to the point of colic. Well, she couldn't help but admit that his jokes made a lot of sense and had a certain effect.
- Yes, I'm here, here, I disappeared for a while… - Remembering the time, Misaki shifted her worried look at her watch. She had to go to work soon, but she hadn't eaten yet. - You are delaying me with your actions, I can be so late.
Having lingered on the spot before, the girl after only a moment flickered around the apartment, rushing past the blond and the kotatsu with the dishes served straight to the kitchen. Golden eyes in a panic darted from one utensil to another. What in the name of Amaterasu is going on, where is everything she tried to cook?
- Misa-chan, if you are looking for your amazingly burnt rice, then I hasten to grieve and condole, he fell with the honor of the brave and went to heaven. And the fresh one is waiting for you here. Excuse me, but I had to make a new one, I hope you are not too sad and miss him, - Usui said surprisingly calmly, but obviously with a mocking note in his voice, blindly waiting for his sudden and unenviable fate. Something rumbled in the kitchen, and one could only hope that Misaki didn't decide to fight the "hayhead" parasite with heavy artillery in the form of Takumi favorite frying was lucky: the next moment, a breeze swept past him again with the sweet fragrant aroma of sakura and the spirit of stubbornness. His demoness decided not to answer anything, just sat heavily on the kotatsu, picking up wooden sticks and started eating.
Noticing the inscription screaming love and, as it seemed to the utterly suspicious girl, mockery, she snorted and smeared the sauce on the fried crust of the omelet.
Watching this performance, Takumi just chuckled. She never ceases to amaze with her antics. It seemed that the brunette would never lower her bar and would never cease to amaze his seemingly cold nature from time to time. This amazing lump of stubbornness, strength, patience and kindness drowned and warmed the heart of a guy in love. Even now, she was like a hedgehog that hid under the needles and ate frowningly. Appetizing, by the way, hardly hiding the pleasure that so danced on her tongue with different tastes.
Misaki hasn't been president for two years already, but the student couldn't get rid of the habit of calling her that: he liked it, that's all. But she was still a maid-waitress, and it was to his advantage. Every time he pissed her off, looking at her irritably embarrassed face. An amazing bottle of cruelty and justice; incredibly sweet and neat with the female sex, and exactly the opposite with the guys. She trusted only him alone... Although sometimes giving slaps in the face, purely for prevention, although she tried to get rid of it.
Misaki hasn't been president for two years already, but the student couldn't get rid of the habit of calling her that: he liked it, that's all. But she was still a maid-waitress, and it was to his advantage. Every time he pissed her off, looking at her irritably embarrassed face. An amazing bottle of cruelty and justice; incredibly sweet and neat with the female sex, and exactly the opposite with the guys. She trusted only him alone... Although sometimes giving slaps in the face, purely for prevention, although she tried to get rid of it.
While the boy was in his thoughts, Misaki had already finished eating his omurice. As much as she wanted to admit it, he was perfect, and that filled her heart with malice and envy.
- Misa-chan, don't be mad, this omelet wouldn't have tasted so good without your ingredients, they were perfectly cooked." It was unexpected to hear praise after such a humiliating verdict about her rice. - It's time for you to pack up. By the way, about this.
Notes of mystery in the voice of the young man alerted the girl. What was this alien up to again? Really hand over some feminine outfit? From the very beginning of their life together, he tried to dress up a "miracle", whose name is Misaki. But not in the way that other people wanted to do.
Many condemned her, criticized and simply shamed her for not being feminine. Previously, the girl did not care about this, she always saved on items of clothing, believing that it would be better to spend money on something more necessary. But over time, when many began to put pressure on her in a different way, hinting that Takumi would not tolerate such things, she became blond seemed to catch her thoughts in his nets, which was quite in his spirit, and reassured her, assuring him that he didn't care, because the best outfit for her was completely ... without him. Having prescribed a couple of slaps to the young man for the sake of appearance, Misaki was, surprisingly, quite satisfied with his answer, because the person dear to her did not care how she dresses, and this was reassuring.
From the moment they started living together, accumulating and saving money for various things, Takumi thought about helping his unlucky life partner in outfits that she did not like at all. But trying to argue with someone like him is more expensive for herself, and therefore, surrendering under the warm gaze of his green eyes, she gave herself to Takumi in full possession.
Misaki never thought that she would enjoy going shopping with a guy. He ideally selected everything necessary from clothes, listening to the girl about her preferences. But this was not enough, without an escort in the form of an alien creature, she did not risk going out into the outside world in a new role, especially when it came to her work.
Taking the chance, while Misa was most likely thinking of ways to kill him, Takumi fished out a set of clothes from the closet and handed it to the dreaming girl. Sighing in pain, as if she was being sent to hard labor, Misaki nevertheless began to pull the outfit chosen by the young man over herself, with a small amount of confusion and a drop of admiration, noticing how expressively and with what pleasure her lover was watching her. After finally finishing her costume, Ayuzawa opened the closet with the floor-length mirror to see what Takumi had picked up for her.
And there was something to look at: straight and loose gray-blue chiffon trousers just above the ankle with a high waist and a covering pleated fabric around the body, reminiscent of a skirt and tied at the waist. The top was relatively simple compared to the trousers, a plain white top that looked like a sweater. Short and free cut, with a small throat, she, nevertheless, perfectly complemented the bottom, adding charm to the girl.
For an unusually cool beginning of August, this was the perfect outfit for going out. Misaki was delighted: the set did not show or highlight her figure, it was straight and free, quite light, not restricting movement - everything she likes. Finally pulling on her blue socks with a pattern in the form of clouds, she walked to the exit of the apartment, where she put on shoes that matched the color of the sweater. Completing this look with a small pink backpack she had forgotten with a mini Takumi-shaped (Japanese women are very fond of key rings, and it has become a kind of tradition to wear this thing on a backpack or bag.) plush keychain that the prudent blond handed her, the brunette spoke in embarrassment:
- Thank you for this ... And for the clothes too, they are beautiful.
Takumi just nodded and smiled softly at her, as if for the last time examining and remembering the image of his beloved. Turning around, Misaki hurriedly said goodbye and briskly fluttered out of the house, but she was immediately caught by the hand.
- So no one says goodbye to a lover, have you forgotten? the boy asked sadly as he pulled Misaki towards him.
- Oh, sorry, it's completely out of my head.- She reached for Takumi's face, lightly pecking him on the cheek, but how could that satisfy her stranger? Of course not.
- No, dear, that won't do, they were just talking about it today, remember? - grinning, asked the cunning, like a fox, guy. - Let's be nice, otherwise I'll make you late for a couple of hours…- the young man uttered in a conspiratorial tone and embarrassed her to the point of redness, forcing her to kiss him normally. After poking him in the ribs as a warning about the perverted phrase, Misaki again reached out on her toes towards Takumi. Noting in her head that this parasite did not specifically bend down for her, the girl touched his lips with hers, sometimes biting in revenge for all the "good". The young man's hands slowly closed around his waist, pulling the waitress even closer, but his knee, accidentally hitting the solar plexus, prevented him from doing so. With a gasp, Takumi crouched down, letting go of the pleased demoness from his hands.
- I'm sorry, but that's already too much for you.- For now, I'll be back by eight! the girl said with a laugh.
Like a bird, Misaki flew away contented and happy, only briefly glancing back at the already closed door of the apartment. Now Takumi was alone with him in the apartment. Sighing in annoyance, he took up household chores, already missing his eccentric half, which brightened up his loneliness.