Author's Note: T.T I'll have you know that my beta reader told me to rewrite so here goes nothing...

Chapter 3: Mission 401 - Part 2

For the following classes, I observed Usui's actions while listening to class and jotting down notes in a plain notebook Suzuna won earlier in a lucky draw. Fiddling with my pen, I captured every move with my eyes.

"Quiet, short attention span, note, find a distracting one..."

I mumbled the qualities that he showed in a hushed tone to myself. All else I knew were general knowledge among girls - handsome and cool.

"Class Stand!"

The irritating shriek of chair legs brushing across the tiled surface sounded.

"Thank you Class!"

A resounding but somehow monotonous reply came back to the Sensei.

"Thank you, Sensei!"

As per normal, the students dispersed into their individual cliques and exchanged friendly gossip or banter about secrets and the latest fashion. I was gathering my notebooks and textbooks that laid on my desk in a neat order into a pile and then placing them into my bag meticulously, humming a tune to myself.

These books were all treasures to me after all. The creases between pages were solid proof of the nights I spent on studies.

"Hello Mi-sa-ki-san!"

"Sa-sakura?"

"Hi."

"Shizuko?"

Sakura greeted me with a warm smile that was contagious and could wrap around a sad person to offer happiness. Shizuko gave a reserved smile.

"You coming home with us, Misaki-"

"Ayuzawa-san!"

Sensei cut off Sakura's speech and called out for me. A single thought crossed my mind. Maybe he was looking for help in the student council selection?

Every year, interested applicants from the first years placed their filled forms in Mr Shizuko's locker and then they will go through an interview held by Mr Shizuko and Miss Ayase. The following day after the interview, an induction will be held to "unearth" the hidden potential of those applicants by having them form teams and play games.

Mr Shizuko was the head teacher in charge of the Student Councilors. He held a huge part in the selection. The other teachers in charge were given a smaller portion compared to him, but still feasible.

Sensei was one of those teachers.

Last year, he had asked me on certain decisions and trusted my influence on his selection.

"Yes, Sensei?"

I traipse to Sensei's table and offered an inviting beam.

"Oh Ayuzawa-san. Kuga-san is part of the student council, isn't he?"

Confusion invaded the simple concoction of emotions I had. Then realization dawned on me that just maybe... THAT BASTARD WAS GOING AROUND AND RUINING US?!

"Yes, Sensei."

With my golden-specked eyes widened, eyebrows that were curved a little and the controlling grin etched on my face, nobody could ever suspect I was actually boiling. Not even Sensei. Besides, if I expressed childish anger in front of Sensei, it would dash the image of a responsible, calm student that was I.

"Well, Kuga-san's grades have been dropping so I was hoping you could help him brush up."

That carved a crack in my stone mask.

"What?!"