Sunday was Misaki's sole and much appreciated reprieve from school and work. She loved to sleep in and indulge in a heartier breakfast prepared by her mother, who had the time to put something extra in it. Some days, she would go out with Sakura and Shizuko, going along with whatever trend had caught Sakura's attention that week. Other times, Sunday was designated Ayusawa family day, and she would spend the day with her mother and sister, helping with whatever kitchen chores the two delegated to her, culminating in an extensive family dinner.

Occasionally, however, she had no plans and stayed home doing homework. In Misaki's busy life, this was perhaps the most boring and most relaxing way to spend her Sunday. Thanks to Usui, she couldn't even have that.

"Why do you look so unhappy to be here?" he asked. Misaki never imagined it possible for someone to look so devious while wearing a flowery apron and holding a tray of delicately prepared tea cakes. "Go on. I know you're dying for one."

She hated how Usui could read her thoughts so easily. Not only was it true that she really did want one of those things (she had no idea was it was called or what was in it, nor did she care), but she also hated his apartment. Spacious and clean with a great view of the city, it represented everything that separated Misaki and Usui. He was born gifted and charismatic, full of intrigue and charm, while she was simple and crass, and her biggest secret was a demeaning part-time job. She envied him more than anything, but never did she plan to ask him for help or charity, and for good reason: now that she had, he would never wipe that perverted grin off of his face.

Or maybe that grin was her imagination. She never gave him enough credit, though she would never tell that to him.

"Maybe later," she said, not willing to say no completely, yet not wanted to give in quite yet. She brushed by him quickly, trying to ignore that delicious waft of whatever it was, and looked for a place to set down her bag.

"Anywhere's fine," he said, putting down the tray on the table. She put her bag down and tried to nudge it under the couch with her foot. Usui bent down to take it just in time so that her knee jerked up into his gut.

"Sorry, reflexes."

Usui, who apparently had not noticed, opened her bag to find notebooks, textbooks, and a receipt from the sports store for some new dumbbells. "Ms. President, you've forgotten your maid costume," he whined. "This is terrible. Now what are you going to wear?"

"I left it at the café, which is closed today, as I'm sure a dedicated costumer like you should know. Whatever slave labor you want me to do, I can do it with what I'm wearing now."

He sighed dramatically and looked her over. "I suppose. But it'll be more difficult for you."

Misaki furrowed her brow. Although her maid outfit didn't restrict her especially, it certainly didn't make movement any easier. "Usui, just what do you have in mind?"

Usui took out one of her notebooks and flipped through it. "Oh, that's right; we have an exam coming up. You should study for it, judging by this. I think your answer's a bit off."

"Stop changing the—damn it, I knew it looked weird! What did I do wrong?"

"It's the sine of ninety-eight Newtons, not the cosine. The cosine would be the natural force."

"Oh, of course!" Misaki whipped out her eraser and calculator and began to punch in numbers, not noticing that Usui had gotten a pastry and pressed it against her mouth. She took a bite, causing a few flakes of crust to fall onto her paper. Usui chuckled and brushed them off.

"You're so easy sometimes, Ayuzawa."

"What are you talking about, idiot?" she said through a mouthful of strawberry mousse.

Usui took her notebook and pencil from her. "Looks about right," he said.

"If it's right, why are you writing so much?"

She seized her notebook from him, but not before he wrote "MISAKI + TAKUMI" in a heart in large ornate characters all over her notes. He had written the words darkly but not thickly, so that her notes were still legible, but she had no hopes of erasing the offending phrase without erasing her notes.

"You idiot! Takahashi said that he would collect these notes!"

Usui, meanwhile, had wisely decided to move so that the couch and table were between them. "Wow, I can feel the heat radiating from your face all the way over here."

Misaki let out a battle cry and charged towards him, taking care not to harm the precious pastries on the table. She did not know exactly what she was going to do when she reached him, only that it would involve a lot of groveling on his part.

"Relax," he said, "It's not as if he cares as long as the notes are there. I'm sure he gets love confessions like these all the time."

She answered by throwing her bag at him, causing him to fall backward onto the couch. She ran at him and sat on him before he could recover, telling herself that the annoyingly smug smile on his face was because he was a lunatic, and definitely not because she was doing exactly what he wanted. "HA! I win!"

"Oh, yes you do, Ayuzawa." He wrapped his arms around the small of her back. "Captured by the demon president." He pulled her towards him, forcing her to splay her hands against his chest so that she didn't fall onto his face. "I'm terrified." He blew into at her bangs, which only made her face heat up more.

Misaki could only splutter. "W-what are you—I don't—this is—" Usui, still whose smile could only widen, shifted his hands down. "Get your hands away from there!" she cried, slapped his arms away.

Usui burst into laughter. "Why is it that it's so easy for me to make you mad?"

"I guess it's just your nature," she hissed.

He wrapped his arms around her again, eyes full of mischief. "Which buttons should I press to get you to do other things?"

Although Misaki had been sitting for some time now, her heart started to jump faster than it had when she was running laps around the room. "How should I know?" Her voice sounded shakier and softer than she intended. Usui's smile widened.

"I guess I'll have to guess and check then," he said, and kissed her. After the first five seconds, Misaki realized that he did not plan on stopping anytime soon. Another five seconds, and Misaki wondered what she should do with her hands. After twenty seconds, they were comfortably situated behind his head and on his back. After thirty seconds, she stopped counting.

Therefore, Misaki had no idea how long they had been at it when a knocking came at the door. She oddly felt the sound like a jolt of electricity, causing her to unglue herself from Usui's mouth.

"Ignore it," he said, and pulled her forward.

The knocking grew louder and faster. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"But Presideeent," he whined, "I was so close."

"Close to what?" she asked, the more learned and dirty part of her very afraid of what the answer could be.

"Close to pushing the right button."

Misaki was sure that he hadn't pressed any wrong buttons, given the amount of time they were sucking face. She was about to say something about the ungodly amount of stairs she had to climb to get up to his apartment since he elevator was broken, and that the least he could do was answer the door, when the knocking stopped and the door fell down.

Standing at the door with a luggage bag behind her was a girl who looked very beautiful and very unhappy to have climbed all those stairs. Her foot, clad with white two-inch heels, was still raised after kicking the door down. The girl had on a white sleeveless dress that revealed her good amount of cleavage and just enough makeup to accentuate her full lips, round cheeks, and inquisitive eyes. She had short, brown hair, curled at the ends; Misaki estimated the girl herself to be about half a head shorter than her.

"Good evening," she said while brushing a stray hair away. The girl's eyes fell on Misaki, who realized in horror what sort of position she was in. "I hope I'm not interrupting something."

Takumi made no attempt to stop Misaki from scrambling away from him, though he did help her up after she fell with her back against the floor "Not at all," he said. "This is Ayusawa Misaki. She's my maid."

Misaki turned her head so fast that she slapped Usui with her hair. "What?!" she whispered.

"I told you to wear your uniform."

The girl at the door cleared her throat. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Ayusawa," she said, crossing the floor and kissing Misaki on both cheeks.

"P-pleased to meet you, too… um…"

"Ayusawa, this is Satsuya Sachi," said Usui, still standing near the couch with his hands in his pockets. "My fiancée."