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It was nine in the morning on a Tuesday, and Misaki was already ready to tear out her hair.

It wasn't even Takumi's fault. It wasn't even remotely Takumi's fault. Goddammit. There was no one to blame except for the school's idiocy, her parents stupidity and her own dumb mistakes. She had done this to herself, and it had complicated everything so much. Life used to be so easy, and so perfect. Why hadn't she just got married to Mr Skank Walker like her parents wanted? Her parents would have been happy, the Walkers would be happy, and she would be happy, even if he really was a proper skank, because she would still be with Sakura, Shizuko, her sister Suzuna, Erika, Honoka, Subaru, Satsuki and Aoi. They were all nice girls, a gender that seemed to be lacking just a bit in this school, except for Aoi who she didn't really miss all that much. Aoi probably didn't miss her all that much either. But that's not the point. This idiotic school didn't let Class F students use the showers, use the laundry room, or the game room. Their alternatives were the lake and the library. Misaki didn't mind about the library, but the lake was muddy.

She banged her head on the desk several times, moaning in anguish. "I can't do this…"

Takumi sighed and peeked over onto her sheet of paper. "What question are you stuck on? Three times twelve? That's six-year-old maths."

"Ugghh, Usui, I've just seriously messed up. Big time."

"With seven times six? That's forty two, not forty four."

"I'm not dumb or anything, stupid! I just wasn't concentrating, at all. I've just really messed up on the path of life. I made a bad, wrong decision and now I'm walking down the scary forest path with the ugly thorns and gross insects, not the path with the pretty flowers and nice trees."

"Melodramatic, aren't you," he said with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Ha. Ha. Funny. But the thing is, the path with the pretty flowers and trees is full of skanks, so I'd much rather be on the ugly path, I guess."

"That's the attitude."

"But I want to be on the pretty path!" Misaki groaned. "Hey, this is weird. I never used to complain. I used to just suck it up and work harder. This is really weird. Two days here have really messed me up. And I'm not a liar, either, but I've told so many lies here. AND, I've started swearing just a tiny bit - ARGGGGGH!" She clawed her fingers into her head as forcefully as she could in frustration, and with just as much force she pulled up and to the sides, like she was tearing out her hair.

But, uh, the problem was, the top thing on her head wasn't her hair.

Rip.

Ripppppppppp.

Ripppppppppppppppppppppppp.

Silence.

Shit.

"Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Holy crap. HOLY SHIT!" Misaki screamed in despair as she figured out what happened. Her wig had fallen apart. Ugly clumps of hair drifted to the ground. Misaki stared at her ruined wig for a few seconds in disbelief. Takumi burst into an uncontrollable laughter as the whole class turned to stare and gape, but quickly came to a very, very sudden stop when he saw. He seemed to have forgotten to breathe for a moment. Locks of soft long chocolate brown hair were falling and settling all around her neck and shoulders in gentle waves, framing her horrified face. Her hair seemed to glow, bathed in sunlight streaming through the windows. This hair was darker than that of her wig, but looked a thousand more real, and a trillion times more beautiful.

That was the only word to describe it: beautiful.

That beautiful hair with those mesmerising eyes and that bizarre, bizarre personality that made him wonder what kind of strange parenting had made her like that…this girl was something special.

I do like special, he thought, absentmindedly.

He suddenly became aware that everyone was still staring at her. She looked terrified and humiliated all at once.

Something strange rose up in his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was a bit of anger or protectiveness, but he didn't like them looking at her like that. Not one bit. She was much cuter when she was happy. And her embarrassed face was adorable, her humiliated face was not. He felt like slapping everyone and telling them to get back to their stupid six-year-old standard maths question sheet.

Goddammit. What trouble this girl was.

"Misaki, quit trying on your new hair extensions," Takumi said loudly, rolling his eyes. "Just because you want to be a girl, doesn't mean that you should interrupt your school work for it."

Misaki's face at the moment, alone, was enough to make his day.

"That's very true," the teacher agreed, looking a bit shaken up. "Take out your extensions. Now."

"Yuhuh," Misaki mumbled. As soon as everyone got back to their work, grudgingly, she grabbed him by his tie and yanked him down under her desk.

"You owe me," she hissed. "Big time."

"I think the one who is to do the owing is you, not me. I just saved your life. Plus I just got even more proof that you're a girl." Trademark smirk.

She shot him a nasty glare. "But no one else really knows I'm a girl. Most will just think I'm a girly boy. All the tough big kids are going to think they're so cool for beating up the girly boy. Look at Yukimura." They both poked their heads out the desk to glance at the green haired boy who was constantly made fun of because of his girlish look. Misaki had tried to protect him the day before, but these tough guys just pushed her onto the floor too. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't fight these guys. "Face it, you owe me. Just one haircut."

"What?"

"You, Usui Takumi, are going to give me a haircut. Right now."

"We are under a desk."

"Just cut my freaking hair," she snapped, holding out a pair of safety scissors for two-year-olds that were so ridiculously blunt, but had to be used in Seika because of the no-violence rule. She turned around to make it easier for him, although there was something inside her was screaming at her to stop it. "Make it quick. You've got about one minutes before he'll notice."

"I'm not cutting your hair," he replied. Misaki turned her head and gave him a look that said oh yes you are, honey. "You have pretty hair. I like it long."

She shoved the safety scissors into his fist. "Just cut it," she said giving him an exasperated look. Wait, did he just say that she had pretty hair?

"Over my dead body," he shot back, with gritted teeth. She had never seen him so serious before. Weird. There were so many other things to be serious about than this.

"You idiot! I can't sport a manly ponytail, so what am I meant to do with long hair?"

He sighed. "Wait here. I'll get a wig from the theatre store cupboard. They're bound to have something."

"And what am I meant to do? Just wait here under the table?"

"What else?" he said, his smirk returning to his face.

"This is a really bad idea," Misaki said, starting to smile with amusement. "You're got ninety seconds. I won't accept anything less from an alien like you."

He mock-saluted and stood up. "I won't fail you, sir."

"You better not," she grinned.

When the door clicked shut, she started to count.

By ten seconds, everyone was wondering aloud why Takumi had suddenly left class.

By twenty seconds, the teacher was standing next to the hiding-desk.

"Mr Ayuzawa. Why are you not working on the maths questions, why are your extensions not off, and, for god's sake, why are you sitting under a desk?"

"My extensions are tangly, sir," she replied, staring up at him with an innocent smile. "They won't come out. Usui has gone to get some, uhh, oil. Hair oil."

"In the middle of maths?"

"He was bored, so he thought it was alright."

He looked beyond pissed off. "Then I'll untangle them for you. Stand up."

Misaki's heart skipped a beat in panic. "That's okay. I'll just cut the extensions off."

The teacher walked away and Misaki was left there, alone, on the cold, hard ground.

It had almost been minute since Takumi had left. He had thirty seconds left.

Never mind. Who cares about him, and the wig?

It was just stupid, dumb, inefficient hair.

Snip.

Hack, hack, hack.

Snip.

Hack.

Snip.

Gone.

All gone.

It was over.

Done.

Gone.

She forced a smile for herself, took a deep breath and thrust the hair into the nearby bin. After a second thought, she then shoved a bunch of scrap paper on top to hide the chunks of hair, and stood up.

The door opened. It had been eighty nine seconds.

Takumi waltzed in with a big smirk on his face, carrying the biggest, ugliest rainbow clown wig she had ever seen. "Mitsu-chan! Look what I found you! And there's a matching nose!" He squidged a round clown nose a couple of times, and looked up at her. His smile faded away instantly.

"Oh. You actually..." He discreetly chucked the actual brunette wig he had picked out into the bin, and faked a smile. Well enough to fool her into thinking that he had never got a proper brunette wig. Almost well enough to trick her into thinking he wasn't disappointed in the haircut.

"Yeah, I... Sorry..."

"Well, still. Eighty-nine seconds. And the theatre is all the way on the other side of campus. AND, I didn't even run. Impressive, huh? I'm a great alien."

She smiled. She was just like him, faking a smile to not hurt the other. "You're not bad. Woulda been better if you could have made it in a minute."

"I did. I waited outside for thirty seconds for dramatic effect."

Misaki scowled. "Oh, screw you."

"Pssssssssst!"

"Eh huh."

"Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssstt."

"Yehuh."

"Usui! Wake the hell up!"

He smiled at her in the dim lighting, and he sat up in the wooden bed to face Misaki on the other bed. "Sweetheart, I've been awake for two days. You don't need to tell me. I've been waiting."

"You knew?"

"I knew it was coming. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. It was coming, one of these days, eventually. It was only a matter of time. But I had a theory that you were going to ask today because of the way you were complaining this morning. By the way, Rule #18, you little rulebreaker."

She shrugged. "Who gives a crap? I have a question to ask you."

He smiled. His eyes glittered with amusement. "Your things are in a storehouse, northwest from here. About half a mile off campus. If you want them back, you steal them back."

"And what if I don't want to do that?" she questioned.

"Then you go to the receptionist to beg."

"Okay," she smiled. "You can guess where I'm going now, then."

"Oh no. I'm coming too."

"Why?"

"Oh, no reason."

She glowered at him, hands on her hips. "You're going to laugh at me."

"Honey, it's not laughing at you if you'd only laugh with me."

"You," she snapped, but couldn't seem to find an excuse for him not to come that wasn't something along the lines of "you're annoying". She shook her head at him. "Ugh. Just don't come."

Hands on the receptionist's desk. Lean down, nice and close and intimidating. Scary face. Deep voice. Radiate authority.

"Hey, I want my stuff back."

Takumi coughed into his elbow.

The receptionist glared. "Don't try that on me, kid."

Takumi coughed more.

Misaki straightened her back and removed her hands off the desk. "Sorry, uh. Can I have my things back? Please, miss?"

She eyed her. "Better. We'll see about that." She clicked on her computer a couple of times. "Name please?"

"Ayuzawa Mis – I mean, Mitsuaki."

Click. Click.

"Yeargroup?"

"Second year."

Click. Click.

The secretary's grey eyes narrowed and she peered back at Misaki through her owl glasses. "You're the kid found with seventeen boxes of Tampax and five packs of Always."

Takumi coughed even more.

Misaki stared back boldly. "And, so what if I am? Can I please have them back?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Well, because it's just plain creepy for a boy your age to have that in their suitcase!"

Silence. A long, very long awkward silence.

Takumi coughing again. Not just coughing. A proper coughing fit.

"Boy, are you quite okay? Do you want to see the school nurse or something?"

"No, no, I'm okay," he replied, completely deadpan. "I'm just still recovering from my serious case of a rare disease."

Both females glared at him. "Oh, and what disease is that?" Misaki scowled.

"Laughcoughingbabumteedumscrumptiousdee...itis."

"Ha. Ha. Can't you just go back to our dorm? You're not helping."

"Oh, sure I am. I just haven't started yet. You see," he said, leaning down onto the desk, "my friend here is actually a girl."

"What?"

"At heart. Biologically speaking, he's not female. But he's a girl at heart. His lifelong dream has always been to be the most famous drag queen in the world."

"What kind of help is this?" Misaki screamed. That idiot just luuuved showing off that dumb cover story, didn't he. "You know, this guy isn't right in the head. See, he has an uncontrollable fetish for maids." Takumi's mouth morphed from a smirk to a jaw drop. "He can't stop thinking of them. Their outfits turn him on. And, y'know what? He even cosplays as them. See? See? You can't trust him when he's a bit whoopy in the head. Hey, hey, what are you writing there?"

"You've both got counselling tomorrow at ten. Don't be late."

This is going to turn into a proper plot soon. Kind of.

So I hope you found it at least a bit funny and not cringy awkward…okeee, bye XD