DISCLAIMER: No, I seriously don't own Maid-sama.

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A silence hung around the air for what felt like seconds, while Misaki prayed to the heavens that Takumi could possibly, possibly, be completely deaf. But he evidently wasn't, the way that he was eyeing her with a strange mixture of horror and amusement.

His mouth curved into a smirk. His eyes, which used to look bored, now sparked with interest. "Ohhhhh. I see. I get it. You're a girl."

"Am not," she replied immediately. Takumi noted that her voice's pitch had lowered about an octave, in panic. "Come on, dude. I am so a guy. Y'know? I'm 100% guy. Just one of the guys. Made up of an X and Y chromosome. Not double Xs. And I've got a banana, not a donut, if you know what I mean." She nudged Takumi with her elbow a couple of times.

"Hmm," he said in thought. "But if you don't have a donut, what are you doing with pads?"

"Pads? Pshhh,"she scoffed, a bead of sweat running down her forehead. "I didn't say that."

"Then what did you say?"

"Plaids. Ads. Dads. Lads. Anything but pads." She almost sighed in relief that she hadn't mentioned the tampons too, because that would be hard to rhyme.

"I don't believe you."

"Good. I'm not asking you to." She then decided to swiftly to change the topic. "Do you know where the showers are? I smell like a pig and – AHHHHHHHH!"

Takumi had grabbed her by the waist and held her under his arm, forcing Misaki into fits of giggles. "I see you're ticklish," he said, starting to smile. "This could be fun."

"USUI!" she screamed, her low 'guy' voice breaking as he dropped her onto the cold hard floor, sat on her, and proceeded to tickle her around the neck area, without stopping. "HAHAHAH…STOP IT, YOU IDIOT!"

"As I was saying before," he continued, ignoring her previous comment, "I would like to hear an explanation. A proper one this time."

"NO! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, AND STOP TICKLING ME!"

"Never! Fufufu ~. And it's very much my business what genitals my roommate has."

"EWW YOU PERVERT! COULDN'T YOU HAVE SAID THAT IN ANY OTHER WAY? I'M NOT TALKING TO A DIRTY PERVERT LIKE YOU, NOW STOP THE TICKLING!"

"Aww, come on, Mitsu-chan. I'll trade you a secret if you spill."

Misaki shook her head, trying hard not to laugh at the tickling. "I DON'T GIVE A FLYING BISCUIT ABOUT YOU OR YOUR LIFE! YOU CAN BURN IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY FOR ALL I CARE!"

"You don't have to be so mean, Mitsu-chan. It won't be just any old secret; it'll be the biggest secret of my whole life! You know you want to..." He winked at her.

That was kind of tempting, she had to admit. She wanted to know his secrets, but more importantly, to know how to use them against him. "ALRIGHT! STOP THE TICKLING." He obliged. When her gasping started to stop, an evil smile formed on her lips as she thought of all the possibilities. "Wait," she said quickly, stopping those thoughts. "Pinky swear first."

He rolled his eyes and held out his little finger, which Misaki hooked with hers. "Yeah, yeah. Pinky swear. Now spill."

She sighed. "Okay. So…uh, it's because...uh…"

He raised an eyebrow. The left one, specifically.

She panicked and told herself to keep talking. "…I just really, really, really want to be a girl. If I'm not a girl, I don't know what the point of living is. I feel trapped in this male body. I just feel so uncomfortable with a banana. I mean, I want to eat bananas but I don't want one myself. But my parents don't approve. So I bought some pads to show my parents that I'm a girl inside and I want to be one outside too. They saw them in my room and got all annoyed. For them, that was the last straw, and they sent me to this school to make me all masculine. So I'm really annoyed with them." That point wasn't exactly a lie. "But to annoy them even more, I brought the pads along with me. They're really special to me because they're a symbol of my gender. And…that's why I'm upset."

Good, it's over. Wait…What. The. Hell. Did. I. Just. Say…?

Takumi let out a laugh. This girl was seriously weird. "I see you've got an unhealthy hobby of lying, haven't you?"

"It's not a hobby. Uh, I mean, that wasn't a lie."

"It sure was. And you violated the pinky swear. Therefore, I shall cut off your pinky."

Misaki clutched her hand in horror. "Stay away from my pinky. I wasn't lying."

"If you weren't lying, we need to get you help for your gender identity problems."

Misaki struggled to say something for a few seconds. What if he actually told someone else this? But it's not like her life could get much worse. "Fine. I don't care. It's the truth. Now tell me yours," she said, smiling and leaning forwards.

He sighed. "Well, I have to uphold my side of the pinky swear. My secret is that I am actually a hardcore otaku. I love maids. I am obsessed with maids. I have an uncontrollable fetish for maids. I love looking at maid outfits. I buy maid outfits. I wear maid outfits. In public. I sit in my favourite maid cafe every single minute of every day just to look at maids. I dream of maids every night. They really turn me on. Do you want to guess how much of that was truth?"

"…I'm guessing a third of it?"

"Try again."

"None of it?"

"And we have a winner!" he said sarcastically, clapping slowly.

"Hey, you cheated me!" Misaki scowled angrily.

"Hmm, didn't you cheat me first?"

"I did no such thing."

"I see you're stubborn. It doesn't matter, I have plenty of ways to make you admit that you have a donut."

"I don't have a donut...yet. And what do you mean by that?"

"Sexual harassment. That might be fun."

"EWW, PERVERT! GET OFF ME!"

"But Mitsu-chan, you're so comfy…"

"GET OFF ME!"

By the time it was morning, a long black line had been drawn with a big marker pen, along the whole length of the room. Over the line, someone had written "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" in the same marker pen. Each side was perfectly measured so that each side had completely equal space. Each of the two sides had a bed, desk and a wardrobe, so that it you stood at the door, where the line drew down the middle of, the sides would be completely symmetrical. To add to that, Misaki had decided that they needed some rules too, so had written up a three-page list of room rules, stuck it in between the two beds, and had forced Takumi to sign it at the bottom. When she was done, it was already four in the morning. The only difference between them was that Misaki looked like a zombie and Usui still looked like an angel.

"Did you sleep well, Mitsu-chan?" Takumi asked cheerfully as he got up from his bed.

The brunette glared at him coldly as she did the same. They had both tried to get at least a few hours of sleep but because of the uncomfortableness of the beds, neither had gotten any sleep. "Don't call me Mitsu-chan. My name is Mitsuaki. No, forget that. I'm Ayuzawa-san to you. And also, remember Rule #18. You're not allowed to talk to me."

"You're kind of contradicting that, aren't you?"

"I'm not actually talking to you. I'm reminding you of the rules."

"Of course you are."

"Usui-san, you're crossing the line. Don't forget Rule #1. Stay on your side."

"Yeah, yeah…"

"Usui-san, stop staring at me. You're edging on Rule #47. No perverting."

"Oh come on. That's barely perverting. I was simply admiring you while you were dressing."

"Eww, that's definitely perverting. Turn around. Noooow."

"Well, aren't you a Little Miss Bossy."

"Usui-san, we're late for breakfast and I'm hungry. Hurry up."

"What were you saying about Rule #18? Something about not talking to me?"

"…Bastard."

"Usui-san, we still haven't had breakfast and we're going to be late for class."

"But Rule #18 –"

"I don't give a flipping cat's ass about Rule #18. We're not in our room."

"Hmmhm. Then what about Rule #3? The one about sexual harassment?"

"N-no, that one still applies… So don't you dare come within a metre of me!"

"Why not?"

"Because of Rule #3! Stay away from me or I'll tie you to that lamppost and go to class alone. Usui, are you listening to me?!"

When she finally got to class, she was ten minutes late and Misaki was tired, hungry, scruffy, smelly and annoyed. Not to mention extremely flustered.

The class turned when Misaki pushed the creaky door of class 2F open slowly. The scary-looking teacher glared at her through his thick glasses. "Bit late, aren't you?"

"Sorry, sir."

"What's your name?"

"Ayuzawa Mitsuaki, sir."

"I don't care," he said cheerfully. A couple of people sniggered. Misaki scowled. "You can go and sit in one of the spaces at the back. I suppose that it's your first day, so I'll let you off easy for being late. Hmm, let's see. Today, miss lunch and instead you can clean all the urinals in the school."

Misaki's mouth dropped. "But, sir –"

"Sit down now or I'll make you clean the toilets too."

Looking very downhearted, she shuffled to the back of the room. Urinals, really? She had never even seen one properly, much less told to clean it. There would also be the fact that she would be missing two meals in a row. And she had never been told off by a teacher before. Usually they liked her a lot.

She shook it off quickly. If she wanted to get into his good books, she would have to work. She was good at that, anyway.

As soon as she sat down, the door swung open again. Takumi strolled in leisurely, still looking like an angel. The teacher glared even harder at him than at Misaki. "How good of you to drop in," the guy said menacingly, glaring daggers into a stoic Takumi's head.

"Actually, me and my roommate would have come earlier but he decided to tie me to a lamppost instead," Takumi replied with an innocent smile.

"He what?" the teacher stared at Misaki who looked extremely awkward. Takumi walked down the aisle and plonked his bag down onto his desk next to Misaki's.

"I only did it because he was trying to peek at my underwear," Misaki grumbled.

I know that chapter was short, but it felt unnatural to end it anywhere else.

Also…wtf did I just write?