By the way, as a reply to Cherry Licorice Blossom's review, I am aware that Maid Sama is a manga, I have read it, hence why I am writing fanfics. See, this is an AU fic, meaning it's in an "alternate universe" or basically I use the characters of the manga as well as their personalities (somewhat I mean they're a little OOC) but the plot doesn't have to relate to the manga's whatsoever. Minako's mom didn't die in the manga—and also Takumi doesn't turn into a beast in the manga, nor does Misaki move out into a castle.

I just reread that and I feel like I sounded so rude I'm sorry. I'm bad at phrasing things (lol why am i an author then) and sometimes come off as blunt~

Anyhoo, this chapter's for all y'all who wanted some takumisa already :')

WARNING: Hella cliche chapter so yeah loool~

-o-

CSSSH!

The booming sound of thunder mixed with the not-so-gentle pitter patter of the rain against her window made Misaki jump. She pulled the fluffy covers over her head and pressed the edges down with her hands and feet, leaving none of her body exposed.

Unfortunately for Misaki, Sakura was sleeping with Ruri in her room tonight, since the small girl was just as afraid of thunder as her. Let's just say Misaki has had a horrible experience with storms. But, of course, she insisted that she didn't mind storms one bit. What a lie that was, she sighed inwardly. She simply didn't want to worry anyone.

It was around half past eleven at night right now, meaning it would strike midnight soon and everyone would turn into their more unusual forms.

Hmm. I wonder what it feels like to transform while you're asleep, Misaki wondered. Actually, I'm quite curious as to how it feels to transform PERIOD, asleep or not.

BOOM!

As another loud sound echoed in the distance, Misaki let out a barely audible squeak. Deep breaths, Misaki. Deep breaths—

Knock knock!

Misaki jolted up upon hearing a knock on her door. Already terrified by the commotion outside, millions of thoughts ran through her head. Is it a serial killer? Misaki stiffened and reached her hand out to a small desk. She wasn't going down without a fight. Grabbing a flowerpot off the top of it, she threw the blanket around her shoulders and cautiously made her way to the door.

"Open the door," a voice commanded. Misaki's eyes widened as she realized she knew that voice. It was the beast guy—Takumi, or something like that.

Just as she was about to quickly set down the pot and fix up her appearance a bit, the door opened.

"Where are yo—" he froze upon seeing her right in front of him, a blanket draped over her and a flowerpot in hand. Misaki laughed nervously.

"This—see, um, this is…" she tried to make up an excuse without looking either retarded or crazy, which was pretty hard considering the situation she was in. Instead, Misaki ended up settling for a sheepish grin.

Takumi sighed. "Nevermind that," he said. "I was wondering if you had an extra blanket for Licht, and also maybe a—"

CRASH!

Misaki let out a yelp as she instinctively crouched to the floor and hid herself beneath the blanket. She inwardly cursed herself for being so vulnerable in front of this man she'd barely known, although she just couldn't hide her fear.

She tensed as she felt a warm hand come in contact with her blanketed back. Misaki obviously knew it was Takumi—yet somehow, she didn't hit him, kick him, struggle, nothing. She simply lay there, blanket still hiding her away, still scared though now slightly less.

"You're afraid of thunder?" he asked incredulously. Misaki wanted to snap back at him something along the lines of, "nah, I love thunder," but for her own sake didn't respond that way.

"Y-Yeah," she responded, slowly lifting the blanket away from her face. She wanted to hit herself for stuttering. Why did she even stutter? Was she that scared of thunder? Was she scared of him? Or do you secretly find him super duper attractive and—

This time, instead of wanting to hit herself, Misaki sat up and slapped herself across the face for thinking such things. He is not attractive! she told herself, though a nagging voice in the back of her head begged to differ.

Misaki gasped in surprise as she felt herself being lifted off the cold floor and set down onto her soft bed. She assumed it was Takumi who did it—well, he was the only one besides her in this room anyway, but thinking back to all the strange things Misaki had witnessed in this household within a course of two days, she couldn't exactly be sure of anything anymore.

"Thanks," she said. "And, um, the blankets are in that closet up on the top shelf I believe."

"I don't need them anymore."

Misaki blinked. "What?" she inquired, not caring if she sounded nosy or rude. "But didn't you just come in here saying—"

"I know what I said. My memory isn't that of a goldfish," he cut her off. Misaki glared at him, but due to the darkness in the room he couldn't see the dirty looks she was throwing him.

"Okay. If you don't want the blankets, then I suppose you'll be on your jolly ol' way," Misaki said nonchalantly. She tucked herself in back under the covers securely.

To her surprise, a sudden weight was added to the side of her bed opposite to her, startling her and causing her to jump.

"What are you doing?!" she demanded, not even bothering to turn around and see for herself.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked. Before she could reply, he said, "I'm going to sleep here tonight."

Misaki rolled off the bed promptly, the sheets being dragged down with her as they spread out over and around her.

"Y-You are not sleeping on the same b-bed as me!" Misaki exclaimed.

Ding! Ding!

Misaki shrieked at the sudden noise of the clock downstairs. Feeling embarrassed for being frightened over such a small thing, she cleared her throat and slowly crawled back onto the bed.

"Anyway, as I was saying—" Misaki froze.

In front of her was the same beast she'd seen the other day. Because of the lighting in the room, which was very dark, she could hardly see him, but it was pretty easy to tell the species of the person sitting in front of you.

BOOM!

Misaki tuned out the sound of the thunder, and was only focused on one thing. For the split second that the sky was lit up with the bright flash, she could see him clearly. She'd never actually gotten a close look at him before, but this time she did. He had a blonde coat though it was significantly darker—almost a brown, but not quite. More of a very dirty blonde.

Unlike his fur, his emerald green eyes didn't turn a hue darker nor lighter one bit. They were exactly the same—not that it was a bad thing, because it was actually quite the opposite. His eyes were absolutely stunning.

"I-It's midnight, huh?" she asked awkwardly. Well, what were you supposed to say in these kinds of situations?

"No kidding."

Misaki couldn't see his expression, and his voice showed no emotions whatsoever so she couldn't exactly tell what he was feeling at the moment. She just hoped she hadn't made everything completely awkward.

CRASH!

Fate being on Misaki's side, she jumped forward and landed on Takumi's chest. Her arms were securely wrapped around his torso, and her face was buried in his soft shirt. She found it strange how his clothes still fit perfectly even in this form, but didn't question it.

"Uh, sorry!" Misaki quickly said, attempting to get away from him, only to feel her arm being grasped. She stiffened and wondered if maybe he was mad at her. Did she do something wrong? Perhaps he despised physical contact?

"Just stay like this if it makes you feel better," he said, and she could tell he was forcing a hint of annoyance into his tone. This almost made her want to laugh.

"It's fine. I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything—"

"Don't worry about me," he interrupted her. "I know that if I leave you're just going to stay up all night, being afraid every two minutes," he reasoned. Misaki opened her mouth to retort, only to realize he was completely, one-hundred percent correct.

"This could be easily misinterpreted, you know," she instead said. "Perverted outer-space alien."

"Oh?" he sounded amused. "That's quite the nickname you've invented there. Except I'm not an alien—I'm a beast," he said. Misaki smiled.

"Yeah, but you don't act like one," she answered. He raised an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"Like, you're not scary and mean. That's how I imagine a beast to be," she explained. "You're actually quite nice."

"Well, thank you then. But how does that make me an alien?" he inquired.

"You're weird and hard to figure out, just like an alien," she laughed. He couldn't help but crack a smile at that.

"Lovely," he said sarcastically. Misaki yawned and began to feel her eyelids grow heavy for the first time tonight. Noticing this, Takumi stayed especially still and silent.

Within a minute or two, he could hear her lightly snoring. She'd fallen asleep. Carefully, he moved her and laid her head down onto a pillow. He pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, before quietly sneaking out of the room.

Right outside the door, Sakura stood there in all her holy wardrobe-self. She opened her doors to show her reflection—and of course, Sakura was grinning. She waggled her eyebrows at him as if suggesting something happened between Misaki and him.

Takumi simply scoffed and sauntered past her and down the stairs. Sakura snickered. That man and his pride, I swear.

She creeped into the room, settled herself beside Misaki's bed, and before long drifted to sleep as well.