Hi everyone! Before we get started with the story again, a word to everyone who thinks my chapters are too short; I hear you! I'm going to try to keep my chapters around 1000 words from now on, but it will take longer for me to write them so don't worry when I don't show up for a while.

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This chapter does have swearing, so I'm sorry, everyone.

Now, story time!

Misaki breathed a heavy sigh. Why, just why, had she told Usui that they were on for date night? They could miss a date. They saw each other every day; why-

No. She know perfectly well why she told the truth. She couldn't lie to him, that Usui.

Not that Ayuzawa Misaki, student council president, would lie anyway. It was immoral, and a bad example. But if she DID lie, it would be impossible for her to lie to him.

He could stare into her soul. He made her WANT to be just a tiny bit more than she was. He energized her, and forced a smile onto her face when she needed it most. He made her blush ferociously and giggle like your typical lovesick schoolgirl.

Who could lie to that kind of person? She certainly couldn't.

So, then. How to dress? What to wear?

Normally, getting dressed would be simple for Misaki: shirt, skirt or pants, jacket, done. But Usui had sent somebody by the student council room to tell her that there was a semi formal dress code where they were going, and that he would have told her himself but he needed to take care of some things.

Misaki flopped onto her bed and groaned. "What does semi formal even mean?"

And so Misaki made a decision that she would later regret deeply. She flipped open her cell phone and called Aoi for help.

"Aoi-chan, you know I hate frills!"

"But they make you look so pretty, Misaki! And I said not to call me Aoi-chan! Just Aoi will do!"

"What-ever." It was two separate words, married into a single annoyed huff.

Aoi eyed Misaki warily, then, the light of understanding coming into his eyes, nodded and looked towards the rack of clothes again. Selecting a burgundy dress, he passed it over to her. "Here."

She grumbled. "I would think it would look better in pale blue..."

"Is that a good idea, Misaki?" The two exchanged a significant look. Misaki decided not to question it and snatched the dress away to try it on.

"Woah! You're so cute~!"

Misaki didn't very much like the concept of "cuteness" and such, but she did have to admit that the dress made her look... cute. It fell just below her knee at the front and trailed along the floor in the back, flaring out just the tiniest bit when she turned. Its top resembled a tank top with extra folds of fabric, which accentuated her bust, while it pulled in just above her waistline.

What was she, really? She couldn't believe that the girl in the mirror was her. She was feminine. No, she was pretty. No, more than that. She was curvy and elegant and sexy and modest all in one.

She was ethereal. There was only one thing to do. She reached for the price tag.

Aoi stopped her, earning a furious snarl.

"Back off, Aoi, I can't buy this if it's too much!"

"But you have to buy this! You HAVE TO! When Usui sees you in this, he's going to flip!"

"Shuddup, you cross-dressing idol wannabe! I'll do what I want and, to be perfectly honest, I give zero shits about what Usui thinks of me! We're dating and he shouldn't care!"

Aoi recoiled. While he did know that she was on her period (he had a knack for this kind of thing), she was just...

"Savage."

"What?" A newly euphoric Misaki glanced up from her dress, which was quite a bargain at under 300 yen.

"Nothing."

"All right."

Misaki's shift at Maid Latte was shorter than usual, as Manager-san said that Usui had told her what he had in mind for their date. And so the couple started out on their date.

"Ne, Usui, where are we going, anyway?" The two were in a taxi, and Misaki was more than a little worried about how she looked. The dress, which she had changed into after work, was more than a little different for her, after all.

"Dinner." It was a single word, but it still managed to worry Misaki. Where could they be going that would have a dress code?

Her question was answered when the taxi pulled up in front of a well known restaurant. Misaki began to protest, but Usui cut her off.

"Ayuzawa, please let me do this for you."

Misaki was too tired to argue. Without waiting for him to come around and open her door, she got out and slaamed the door, yawning as she did so. And that, the moment when Misaki got careless, was when disaster struck.

As she yawned, Misaki had slammed the door, which had trapped the chiffony, flowy edge of the dress. The driver had pulled away, taking with him the edge, as well as a large portion of the rest of the dress. In addition, a tipsy man walking past with a bottle of alcohol tripped and spilled of Misaki, shoving her forward into a puddle of the alcohol. As she began to get up, a woman in stilettos stepped on Misaki's hand. She yelped and dropped her bag, the contents of which spilled across the ground.

Usui came over and, after checking to see that she wasn't seriously hurt, started to pick up her things.

"Ayuzawa, is this tissue pack yours?"

"Yes, thanks."

"Ayuzawa, are these chapsticks yours?"

"Yes, thanks."

"Ayuzawa, is this yours?"

"Yes, tha-" Misaki made a strangled sound. A confused and shameless Usui held in his hands both a tampon and a pad.

"Ayuzawa? Something wrong?"

Misaki rose to her feet to assume her standard "scolding-kaichou" stance-just as a gust of wind caught what was left of the dress and provided Usui with a marvelous view of her panties. They looked at each other for a minute. Usui broke the silence in a feeble attempt at humor.

"Pink, huh? It doesn't suit you... Perhaps you should take them off..."

"HENTAIIIIII!" Misaki did what any hormonal, embarrassed, exposed, alcohol-soaked, totally-not-crying kaichou would do in such a situation. She turned and fled towards home, hands pressed over her face, leaving Usui holding the tampon and pad.

Poor Misaki~! I tried to go easy on her, but that's about as bad as a date can get when you know the other person already. Imagine her embarrassment!

I tried to make it longer, but feel like I sacrificed some detail in it. What did you guys think?

Next chapter: Reconciliation over text, because you KNOW they aren't talking.