Usui was starting a new week of class, and was standing in front of his locker at the end of the day for nearly five minutes. He chewed on a sucker, and fumbled with his locker over and over again trying to open it. After dozens of tries, he looked up to see he was trying to open the one adjacent to his own.

This would be a bad day, or so he thought.

"Takumi." Shintani mumbled as he walked past.

"Stop right there. Come here Hinata," Usui responded without looking, finally getting his locker open.

Shintani shoveled out a sigh. "What do you want?"

"You still pissed?" Usui asked, as he un-wrapped a second sucker for himself.

"You know what, a little bit, yeah." Shintani responded sarcastically.

"Honesty is good; you're coming with me for an hour or so." Usui announced slamming his locker, and walking off.

"What are you talking abou-

"Let's go." Usui waved. Shintani unwillingly followed.

Usui led them both to the courtyard of the school, hundreds of people milled about, minding their own business. The sound of chatter reigned triumphant over all other sounds.

"Why did you stop here?" Shintani escaped, nearly out of breath.

"I'm gonna hook you up." Usui retorted, chewing on a seventh sucker.

"How'd you mean?" Shintani raised an eyebrow.

"Stand here. Watch." Usui shuffled towards a group of girls, still within earshot.

Hinata folded his arms, slightly annoyed. "Alright." He whispered.

"Would any of you gorgeous ladies wish to accompany me to dinner?" Usui pleaded, smiling broadly.

Shintani watched in horror as phone numbers bombarded Usui with squeals, but he returned unscathed. He dropped a pile of papers covered in digits on the ground.

"Your turn." He said unwrapping a candy.

"What?"

"Don't recall stuttering." He admitted, prodding Shintani over to another pair of girls, who were talking.

Hinata swallowed his pride, and aimed to show Usui he had what it took to ask out girls.

"Would either of you guys want to accompany me with a gorgeous lady dinner?" Shintani asked, gulping.

He was met with a silent stare. Usui face palmed, and then signaled for Shintani to return.

"What'd I do wrong?" He asked skidishly.

"First of all, you look like a moma's boy." Usui remarked, ruffling his hair a bit, and unbuttoning the top button to his shirt.

"Don't I look trashy?" Hinata asked.

He was met with a risen eyebrow. "You got this." Usui pointed to a girl walking alone.

Shintani took a deep breath, and approached her.

Hinata finished, and was looking for Usui in the courtyard. Takumi had vanished, gone home perhaps.

Shintani smiled, and stuffed the newly acquired paper in his pocket.

Maid Latte was pretty quiet that day; Usui whistled small tunes from Jeremy Soule's compositions as he worked. He didn't really have 'friends' at his work because all of his co-workers were quirky women that talked too much.

"Here!" A teenager chirped, a table with three girls called.

"Your order, ladies?" Usui recited.

"You're that guy who asked me out earlier, remember?" Her hands clasped together, excited.

"Yeah, you didn't call us!" Another added.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken. Your order?" He lied.

Another voice from behind him chimed in. "I'll order!" Misaki was sitting in a booth, with her wheelchair folded up and resting against it.

Usui immediately turned his back on the three and motioned towards her, blocking out the calls of the girls.

"Hi." Misaki smiled.

"You again?" Usui provoked.

Misaki's smile vanished, and she looked away. "I'm sorry." She replied, ashamed.

Usui cradled her hand, and kissed the top of it. He knew he immediately relinquished his three followers at the other table by doing so. "Relax, I'm only teasing."

"I was cruel."

"That's what you'd expect from a foxy lady such as yourself." He grinned, saying it quiet enough for only her to hear.

Her head sunk. "You're still on your shift; could you at least try to remain in character?" She grumbled.

"For you? No. I bother the beautiful Misa-Chan all I want." He plunked her on the forehead with his finger when she wasn't looking.

She cheeks turned to a soft crimson. "You're not very professional." She smirked.

"So, you're willing to teach me one-to-one how to be a good maid? What can I say, I'm intrigued." His devilish smile returned.

Her face portrayed a darker red. She puffed her cheeks at a loss for words.

"Well, I…-

He put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm kidding. What would you like?"

"Just a coffee." She responded still hung over his words.

"Alright, be right back." He trudged off.

Misaki remained stumped in her mind. She knew Usui's word choice didn't hold back, but what he said did make her feel good.

He returned, carrying two coffees.. He quickly slouched next to her.

"You're going to get yelled at." She reported, sipping quietly from her cup.

"For what?" He slurped.

"You can't take breaks, you know that!"

"Sure can." He held his hands to the side, showing.

She couldn't lie to herself; she loved the daredevil in him. She grinned.

"I've only got about…" He paused to check the time. "…Twenty minutes before shift ends."

She nodded.

Usui tried something. He slowly coiled his arm around her waist, and tugged her gently towards him. He checked her face for a response.

She read an odd expression. She seemed like she was fine with it, but uncomfortable.

He noticed, and slowly retracted his arm.

"Don't." She whispered, pressing her back against the booth, trapping his arm on the other side.

"Is this okay?" He pondered.

She nodded lightly, after a pause. She now felt more brave, and slowly leaned her head on him.

Usui is hard to read, but he wasn't able to hide the long-awaited smile that now covered his face.

"I feel so tired now." She murmured.

"Why's that?" As he asked, one of his co-workers saw him slacking off, they glared at him. He responded with a quick and cool wink, which removed the evil stare immediately. The woman couldn't help but wink back.

"I wheeled here." Misaki responded.

"You what?" Usui separated them.

"I… I wheeled here." The Ayuzawa bit her lip.

He chuckled, and kissed her forehead. "You can't do that kind of stuff right now."

"I know." She sighed deeply. "I wanted to come and see-

He silenced her with a quick and decisive kiss. Her blush returned at the thought of them being in public, with three spectators watching very closely.

"Finish that sentence later." Takumi whispered, after separating them. His hunger for her lips would have to be controlled.

"Okay." She admitted, now playing with her fingers.

"You sure are more… passive lately." He teased once more, poking her forehead.

"Don't worry, once I'm fully recovered, I can kick your ass some more." She retorted, grinning.

"Hell yeah, sign me up." He responded after getting up and walking far enough away before she could respond.

"That's not what I meant you pervert!" She yelled after him. He gave one quick glance behind him to meet her eyes. She said nothing more, baffled in his gaze.

As he changed back into his normal attire, she sat and thought of ways to make up for her last response. She forgot after a few minutes, too exhausted.

Ten minutes or so later, he walked out munching on a sucker. Misaki was now resting her head on her arms, which balanced on the table. She was one of the last few booths occupied.

"Beep beep." He announced, waking her up from the little snooze she had began.

"Ready to go?" She asked without moving.

"Yeah I'm ready. Put this on." He held out a jacket to her. She was only wearing a thin long-sleeve shirt for warmth.

She was about to protest, but didn't feel like it. He helped her put it on.

"Okay, let's go." She rubbed her eye, ready for a real nap compared to her previous one on the table.

Usui removed his flowing white scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

"Warm?" He quizzed.

"Mhm!" She nodded quickly.

"You look cute in that scarf." He pinched her cheek lightly between his fingers, earning the blush he sought for.

She was loaded into her chair like cargo, and the pair set out into the evening to take her home.