Chapter 4

Misaki had always loved going to school. School was the only place in the world where she felt like she could predict everything. The place gave her the impression of having her life under control.

Right now, school gave her strong feelings of hate and anxiety. She felt like she was spiraling out of control, like her life was spinning out of proportion.

She felt out of this world.

At the moment, she hated nothing more than she hated school.

"You look unwell." Usui Takumi tells her as he walked with her down the staircase. They had just finished Economics with Maria, who had looked at them with a smug look in her eye and a knowing smile the entirety of the class.

Misaki opted not to respond to him and decided to hurry down the tiled steps. Good thing she wore sneakers today, minimizing the probability of her slipping and hitting her head on the floor as she all but ran down the steps.

Usui Takumi trailed behind her. Ever since the coffee incident in History class, Misaki had this odd sensation in her chest that felt akin to fear. After Usui's declaration of Misaki being his so-called girlfriend, there wasnt ever an opportunity for her to ask him about what the fuck was going on, since they had different classes for most of the day. Economics class was a bitch, with him sitting a few rows ahead and constantly looking over his shoulder at her with a smirk which frustrated the hell out of her. Misaki wasnt ever given the opportunity to talk to him. She thought she could finally talk to him after class, but for some fucking reason, when Maria dismissed the class, not one person got up to leave the room.

Every single person enrolled in the class stayed seated even after Maria left the room, heads turning as they planted their gazes on people who seemed to be the campus' hot topic-- Misaki Ayuzawa and Usui Takumi.

All attention was on them, and it made Misaki feel like an elephant in the zoo. And what's worse was that Usui moved to half-sit half-lean on her armchair, his bag slung over his shoulder, looking down at ger with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his godly handsome face.

"Wanna go?" He had asked her, and she nodded her agreement, slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking out of the classroom with Usui in tow.

To her absolute mortification, their classmates ALSO got up and followed them out of the room.

Which was the reason why Misaki was hurrying down the stairs, trying to outrun a mob of curious onlookers.

"Slow down, Misa-chan." Usui says behind her with a laugh in his voice.

"Holy shit, why are they following us?!" Misaki asks, more to herself than to the blonde god behind her.

"Im famous, youre famous, together we make the celebrity couple of T University that everyone's curious about." Usui tells her.

"Shit what the fuck is going on Usui?!" She says as she reaches the second floor landing, and begins to take the first step toward the first floor and to the exit, when she is sudddenly jerked back by her arm and dragged hurriedly down the 2nd floor hallway toward an empty classroom.

"What the fuck Usui--"

He clamps a hand over her mouth as he pushes her into the room. Taking his hand from her arm, he quietly slides the door closed and clicks the lock behind him, as he stands close to Misaki with a hand over her mouth, his eyes glinting in mischief.

"Shhh." He whispers, moving his hand from the door knob to Misaki's shoulder, planting his fingers on her. He slowly starts to pull her close to him, and Misaki, with all logic and rationality having left her the moment Usui touched her, lets him get close.

With slow, measured movements, Usui slides the hand on her shoulder down her left arm and across her back to land on her hip. Misaki shivers at the warmth of his fingertips that seeped through her cotton dress. They stay close as they listen for their pursuers.

Voices from the outside flow into the room. "Where did they go?" "Are they really going out?" "Check the classrooms maybe theyre hiding!" "Is Usui really taken now?" "Did you guys check the bathrooms?" "I lost my chance with Misaki!"

A knock on the door makes Misaki jerk in suprise. Usui's hand over her mouth keeps the squeal from coming out. The person on the other side keeps on knocking. Misaki looks up at Usui in worry, but he only looks back at her with a raised eyebrow.

"This door's locked. Maybe they're in here!"

"Oh that's an unused classroom. Its supposed to be locked."

For a few more minutes, footsteps and whispers can be heard from the hallway outside, and Misaki and Usui stay close to each other, her quietly breathing through his hand, and him looking down at her with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

As the room begins to darken with the waning sunset from the outside, the economics building begins to fall into a quiet as their pursuers begin to give up and leave them alone in the building.

As the last of the whispers fade away, Misaki pushes away from Usui (albeit hesitantly) and takes a couple steps back away from him.

"Shit what the fuck was that?!" She whispers exasperatedly.

Usui only chuckles.

Misaki shoots him a glare. "Why the fuck where they chasing us, Usui?"

"Like I said, celebrity couple." Usui shrugs.

"What the fuck! We are not even a couple!"

"Are you sure? I mean everyone's saying it."

"What would make them think that?!"

"Hmmmm... I think it would be my statement this morning announcing that you are my girlfriend."

Misaki's eyes widen and she looks at him increduously. "What the fuck Usui?!"

He takes a step towards her, making her take a step back. "Hello, girlfriend." He winks as he takes another step forward and she takes another step back.

"Wha-wha-what?" Misaki stutters, a blush heating up her cheeks. He begins to stalk towards her like a lion, and she moves away from him like a prey from its predator. His face morphs from a look of mischief to a look of hunger, causing warm liquid to gather in her stomach and sliding down her gut to her pussy, wetting her panties.

"Go out with me, Ayuzawa Misaki." He says with a feral edge to his green eyes, which were trained on her.

"What?" Misaki breathes through her lips, making his eyes drop to her mouth. He sharply takes a shuddering breath, and suddenly reaches out a hand to Misaki, wrapping his fingers around her elbow and pulling her close to him.

"Say yes." He breathes as he wraps an arm around her waist, and using his free hand to lift her chin, making her look at him straight in the eye. "Be mine, Misa-chan." He lowers his head so their lips come close, his hot breath on her lips, his smell invading her senses. Her nipples pebble in the confines of her clothes at the feel of his body flush against hers. At her stomach, she could feel IT.

His hardening cock pushed against her body, large, warm and pulsating.

She whimpers.

"God, the things i want to do to you." He whispers, his words so close to Misa's mouth she could taste them. He bucks his hip against her, and a moan slips out of her. His eyes were dark and hooded with desire as he looked deep into hers. "Say yes."

She felt her heart beat loudly against her chest, loud enough for her to hear. Could he hear it too?

Without thinking, Misaki lifts her hand to slowly to touch his muscular arm. The look in his eyes made her heart flutter and her pussy throb in aching need. She suddenly had the urge to touch him, and with a burst of confidence, she slides her hand up his arm slowly, teasingly, to his shoulder and down to his chest, where she felt the loud beating of his heart underneath her fingertips.

He groans and drops his head on her shoulder. "You... you're not making it easy to hold back with your touching, Misaki." He buries his head on the crook of her neck, wrapping both of his arms around her as he takes in a deep breath. "Oh, shit baby. You smell so good."

"What do you mean by holding back?" Misaki plants both of her hands on his broad shoulders. His muscles flex beneath her touch.

"I want to do things to you babe. I want to kiss you, hold you, taste you, feel you... Shit, I want to fuck you." Usui drags his hands down her back to stop on her hips just above her ass. He tightens his hold around her, pushing his hard erection against her stimach. Misaki shivers as she feels herself become even wetter. "You make me so hard, with your pretty eyes and your sweet sweet laugh and your rare smiles... Fuck, Ive watched you for so long, hoping that one day, you'd finally look my way and want me like I want you... I thought I just wanted to fuck you and fuck you so hard, but when you got hit on by that drunk old man, I felt the need to protect you, and I started to want you in my life, rather than on my bed. That's why Im asking, baby girl. Im asking you to be my girlfriend first just so you know that I want more from you than just your sweet ass."

Was this a dream?

because it sure did feel like Misaki was in a dream.

"Please say yes, baby."

"Is this a confession?"

"Yes."

"Me as a girlfriend? Your girlfriend?"

"Yes. Please." His voice had a hint of desperation in them, and Misaki's heart breaks a little. Did he really like her that much, to the point that he sounded like a sad puppy begging for love?

"But you dont get girlfriends..." Misaki whispers. It was true. Usui has never had any girlfriend. He wasnt the type to date, according to Maria. He was... a manwhore, a playboy, the type to wham and bam,and say 'Thank you, Maam'.

Usui lets her go and takes a step back, reaching out to cup Misaki's face with both hands. He looks her in the eye. "I didnt. I didnt want them. But then you walked into History class with a confident strut that screamed how you had no idea how pretty you are, but still youre comfortable in your own skin no matter what. I was attracted to you from day 1, but youre a good girl, and Maria said I had to stay away from you. I thought I was okay with just watching you from afar... I tried, but then there you were, walking around my neighborhood late at night, almost getting molested by a drunk old man, and then suddenly, I wanted to be that guy who takes you home late at night, who makes you smile, who will make you laugh, who'll wipe your tears when youre sad. Who'll be youre number one fan. So I approached, got rid of the old man, but you left before I could even introduce my self. And youve been avoiding me since."

What the shit.

Is this shit real?!

"Are you, by any chance, messing with me right now?"

Darkness had fallen in the room, and light only came from the lights outside the building that bled into the room through the windows.

But Misaki could see his face clearly. The crooked eyebrows, the desperate wrinkles around his eyes, the truth in their depths.

"Youre not messing with me." Misaki said before he could talk again. "And Im not dreaming." She says even as she pinched her thing with her fingers.

He shakes his head. His hands on her face were rough but gentle, and his thumbs start to rub circles on her cheeks. "Youre so beautiful, you know that?"

Misaki reaches up and wraps her fingers around his wrists. She pulls his hands away from her cheeks and brings them near he mouth. She places a kiss on each hand, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his warmth on her lips.

"I dont know if Im beautiful or not. But... Yes. Yes, I'm yours."