Chapter 7

For the second time in her life, Misaki Ayuzawa left her home with less than a couple of hours of sleep.

As was mentioned before, Misaki Ayuxawa hated lacking sleep. However, no matter how much she twisted and turned in her sheets, her thoughts kept her wide awake at 4 am this morning. She had only managed to get the much-needed shuteye at quarter to 5, and had to wake up at 6:30 so that she'd get to her 8 am class on time, since Usui wouldnt come to pick her up.

Misaki Ayuzawa walking into campus alone for the first time in two weeks was a sight to see, and everyone wanted in on it. The moment Misaki's sandaled foot fell across the threshold of the campus gates, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to watch her as she headed for class.

Now, Misaki, as is her nature, automatically decided to give 0 fucks about the staring. So she strolled along, looking calm and level headed as whispers and curious looks were directed at her.

What she did care about was the very thing that kept her awake all night long. (and it wasn't a good kind of staying up, at all. In fact, it was the worst way to keep oneself up.) She only cared about her boyfriend.

...at least, he was her boyfriend yesterday. Is he still that today? Misaki could only wonder, having no idea to what caused his unusual behavior yesterday.

At some point in the night, she tried to brush it off as nothing. Maybe he was really just busy. Maybe she was just looking too closely into it.

But Misaki just knew that something was wrong. In her heart, she just knew.

Usui Takumi wasn't the type to keep his mouth shut when his girlfriend all but threw herself at him. He was a perverted alien, but a sweet, kind, loving, gentle, and affectionate perverted alien.

And she trusted her heart, knew her feelings well enough to be confident when she says that SHE KNEW HIM, despite it being only two weeks since they begun. She knew he is a great man, a man who deserved all the love in the world. He was kind even when the world was cruel, sweet when it was bitter, loving when it was hateful, gentle when it was rough, and affectionate enough that he could love the entire world and it would just love him back easy.

He was nothing like her first impression of him: aloof, cold, and maybe a tad bit intimidating. He seemed that was since he was a shy, shy soul, his eyes constantly betraying his need for his love for the world to be returned. He was soft, caring and a whole lot more than he seemed on the surface.

...was it possible that, maybe, just maybe, Usui regretted ever asking her out?

Misaki shook her head, trying to dispel the thiught, and pushing her focus back to the staircase in front of her. She fished her phone from her back pocket, checking it for messages and calls. Upon seeing not even a single peep from Usui on her notifications, she let her hand drop limply on her sides. Her legs start to feel heavy, and she dragged a foot at a time up the staircase. Suddenly, Misaki didn't look calm nor level-headed anymore. When her back curved in a slump, everyone around her perked up with the confirmation: Usui Takumi and Misaki Ayuzawa were in a fight.

Girls started to buzz with glee. A fight already, two weeks in? A recipe for breakup. A sophomore girl whispered to her friend, their noses raised high in the air. They gave Misaki Ayuzawa a side-glance as the sad girl walked past them on the staircase.

Guys shuffled around as they looked for tissues and handkerchiefs,ready to become Misaki's shoulder to cry on. This was an opportunity to get past the walls around the ice queen, now that she was left vulnerable by the handsome green-eyed king.

Cellphones begin to ring as the news was sent by text, tweet, and chat from person to person. The entire college population lit up the internet, social media loud with posts about the "break-up". Voices whispered, smiles were delivered, grinning faces and joyous rejoicing began to surround Misaki, loud and defeaning and irritating.

Misaki stops on the landing between the third and fourth floor, her head bowed, her hands in her side.

Without warning, she falls to the ground in a squatting position, her bag landing on the cement with a loud 'thump'. Misaki raises her hands to her ears, gently covering them to shut out the voices. She plants her forehead on her knees, her hair curtaining over her features.

Someone taps on her shoulder. She relaxes her hold over her ears as the person asks, "You okay?"

Misaki's heart skips a beat. Of course he's the one who swoops in at a moment like this. It's one of the things she likes in him, how he can't walk away from a person in need.

"Go away, Usui." Misaki huffs. She doesnt move an inch, denying the need in her that made her want to look up at him just so she could drink his green-eyed coolness in.

She hears shuffling beside her, and when he talks, his voice sounded closer. "What are tou doing in a public place?" He must've squatted down beside her.

"I'm recharging... I didnt get enough sleep last night."

"I have coffee for you in the classroom."

"You do?" At this, Misaki shifts her head to the side toward the sound if his voice. She comes face to face with his ginning face. They stare at each other for a minute or two, Misaki's eyes filled with confusion and his are jolly and kind--like the usual. There wasn't any hint of the gloomy man from the car yesterday in the Usui in front of her.

"Yeah. Come on." He gets up to his feet, bringing her bag up with him, and reaches down to offer her a hand. She lets him pull her up. He leads her up the staircase to their classroom, holding tight to her hand.

They're still together. One of their classmates tweet, with a picture of a smiling Usui holding hands with a blushing Misaki entering the classroom.

"I got you a blended one today, since it's hitter than usual." Usui takes her to her seat, and as soon as she was seated, he hands her the plastic cup. He takes a sip from his own cup, and sits doen on the seat beside hers.

Misaki takes a sip, and since she couldn't wait until the class was over, she asks, "Aren't you mad at me?"

"What?" Usui says with a smile.

"You seemed like you were mad yesterday." Misaki carefully states, her heart beating like mad. What if he really is mad? I dont know what I would do if he was. What will I do?"I was mad." I knew it. He was mad. He'll break up with me, and we'll be over before we even started. Shit what am I gonna do?! "But I'm not mad at you." He reaches out a hand and brushes her hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. "I was mad at myself, okay?" He sends a reassuring smile her way. "Let's talk later, okay?"

Misaki could only nod.