Chapter 5
"U-U...USUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
Misaki stared at the huge painting in front of her. It was hanged on the wall just in front of her door. So when she opened it, it was like BAM! The most horrible thing she had ever seen. Much worse than the cover of that dvd. This just won't give you nightmares, it will give you a heart attack.
Usui smiled when she saw Misaki coming to his room. He stopped rummaging his closet and greeted Misaki cheerfully, like he didn't do anything wrong.
"Hi Misa-ch—" Misaki's fist flew towards his face.
Thwak. He slammed on the floor.
"That. Th-hat freakin' thing. Did you?..NO, you! You did it! For what huh? To scare me?" She smiled with a disgusted face.
Usui was shocked. But not shock enough to make him tight-lipped.
"Easy okay. That..was my painting. It's an abstract. It's just that every time I do an abstract painting, it turns out to be uhhh..weird—"
"Horrible." Misaki corrected.
"..horrible creature and..and.."
"Was it fun making fun of me?" She sat. She lowered her face so that Usui cannot see her facial expression.
"I thought you weren't scared of—"
"Of course you know that.." Her eyes warmed. "I.." She brushed the tears rolling on her cheeks. "I lied."
She sniffed. "I guess I des—"
Before she could even finish her sentence, Usui grabbed her shoulders and wrapped his long arms on her.
Misaki was so surprised and overwhelmed that she dint care on pushing him away. In fact, she felt comfortable and secured.
"Im sorry. I shouldn't have don't that. Im terribly sorry. I know, Im the most horrible person in this planet…" He continued talking, cursing himself.
His scent was familiar to her. The smell of his hair. The smell of his bare skin. It was the same as hers. Probably, they have the same stock in the bathroom. His hair's kinda wet too. Maybe, he just recently took a bath.
Misaki sensed that there is something wrong. She tired to rewind her thoughts.
The smell of his bare skin.
Bare skin.
Ba-aaare skin.
BAAAAARE SKIN.
That's when she realized, she's being hugged by a half-naked guy.
Blussshhhh..
"..and probably I should be thrown in hell."
"Yeah! Go to hell. Pervert!" Misaki shoved him away.
"Hey..who was the one who went here crying?"
"I wasn't, idiot! I wasn't crying when I came here." She stood up.
"Arent you gonna help me?" He extended his hand.
"Im not gonna help a pervert person like you."
"At least Im not scared of ghosts and monster-like creatures." He frowned.
"Scared? Im not. And this time, im not lying." She crossed her ams. Confidence was plastred on her face.
"Then..let's watch Hunter." He finally gets up by himself.
"Gee.. Im excited."
"and if you got scared, I'll kiss you." He smirked.
"and if I didn't, i'll throttle you, got that?"
"Deal."
"Deal."
Hours later..
"Usui!" Miskai yelled as she tries to catch Usui.
"There's no way that Im gonna die in your hands!" Usui continued running.
"Wait.. Sto—"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"Ouch."
He fell on the stairs.
"You alright?" She asked.
"Of course I am. Im tough."
He was still hospitalized in the end.
