Hi! I guess the hiatus is off? It's been more than three months and I'm bored af so I just started planning and writing this one again. This one is a ton of fun to write. I'm also a bit confused a bit now why Mission got 'updated' - I just deleted the hiatus notice and it said it updated. I didn't write a new chapter though.

Also my parents didn't give my computer back but are letting me use it in their bedroom, so it was incredibly awkward writing this and I hope they didn't see any of it.

I hope you like this chapter :)

DISCLAIMER: You don't care and you already know this, but I don't own Maid-sama.

They had been waiting for this stupid counselor for over half an hour now, and frankly Misaki was a little scared of what was coming. The student already in there had been wailing the whole time they were outside. They could hear a lower, sterner voice too, and it was yelling at the other mercilessly, to shut up. Along the way, somewhere, the counselor had given up on yelling and there was just eerie silence other than the sobs of the poor kid.

"I hate you," Misaki said.

"You love me really," Takumi replied. "It's just way down in that dark, dark soul of yours."

"Way, way, way down. It's very dark down in there, so I don't think you want to find it."

"Aha!" he grinned. "So you do love me. I know it."

"I don't," she glared. "Are you an idiot?"

"I've gotten perfect 100 percent scores on tests since preschool, and there's proof because I've kept every single one. And I don't even study. If I'm an idiot, I don't even know what everyone else in this world is, including you. I'm perfect. How can you not love me?"

Misaki snorted. "See, that proves that you aren't perfect. If you were perfect you wouldn't be so big-headed and self-obsessed, stupid. Someone perfect would be handsome, really smart, athletic, generous, modest, nice but not so nice it's sickly boring, et cetera, et cetera."

"Sounds like me."

"It sounds like the opposite of you," Misaki snapped. "For one, you're not nice because it's your fault we're waiting for the psycho counselor -"

"I'm usually nice."

"Yeah, right. I don't know how athletic you are, not too sure how truthful that your smartness story is completely true, and you're not that good-looking. You look like you've dyed your hair way too blonde –"

"Stay away from my hair," he said, pretending to look offended. "It's natural."

"Fine, but the point is that you're not modest either. You don't talk about anything except how great you are."

"That's not true," he pouted, looking so sad that it was kind of adorable, just like a little kid. "I like talking about your periods too."

Misaki went beet red in an instant after she realized what he said. "You mean periods, as in how the school day is divided up, because we can definitely, definitely talk about that, I don't mind -"

"I mean the type other known as menstruation."

"Menstruation?" she said, making a strangled kind of gasp. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Strawberry jam donuts."

"CAN WE STOP WITH THE DONUT AND BANANA ANALOGIES?!" she screamed.

At that point, the door slammed open. "Now, now. Let's all stop fighting."

The voice was of a young man, maybe in his early twenties, with dark hair and a sense of familiarity around him that she quickly dismissed. She was positive that she had never seen this guy in her life, because she certainly wouldn't have forgotten his face – he had handsome features, long and angular, and some extraordinary eyes like cold blue ice, so light that the irises slightly mixed into the whites in some angles.

The boy standing behind him slipped past him and ran away without saying a word of goodbye. The young man ignored him.

"I don't have periods – I seriously do have a penis!" Misaki blurted out instinctively, upon seeing the guy.

"That's great," the guy smirked, as Misaki went tomato red. "I never said you didn't. You're here for roommate counselling. The receptionist tells me you've been arguing."

"Oh," Misaki said, and glanced sideways to look at Takumi. Takumi's eyes had narrowed and his lips had thinned. He was glaring at the counselor with so much disgust and hate that she was sure that at least one of them would light on fire, because of the heat of Takumi's glare.

"Hello," the counselor said with a smirk, holding a hand out to Misaki. "Call me Gerald. It's my first name, but I'd like to keep our relationship very nice and friendly."

"What are you doing here?" Takumi snarled, clenching his fists.

Gerald turned to him, raising his eyebrows and smiling a little bit too innocently. "I would prefer it if you could be a little more polite, Usui-san."

Takumi turned to Misaki, his face looking incredibly annoyed. "Mitsu, let's go. This is obviously a joke. That's my -"

"I'm sorry," Gerald cut in forcefully, a strange look passing over his face as he stared at Takumi, hard. "If you think we've met, this is incredibly awkward. I've never seen you in my life."

Takumi glared daggers at him. "Very funny, Gerald. You can go now."

"I'd like it if you showed a bit of respect to your counselor," Gerald said, smirking, "as I decide if you get counselling for the next two years, or if it can end after one nice little calm session. Now, please come in."

He stood aside to let the two students. Misaki shot Takumi a slightly annoyed, slightly confused look as she slipped into the room and sat down in one of the chairs by the desk opposite a big black leather swivelly chair. Takumi, on the other hand, crossed his arms, refusing to come in.

"Usui-san," Gerald said sweetly, "if you don't come in right this instant, I can assure you, you won't be having a very nice year, at all."

"Gerald, I'm not coming into your stupid -"

"Get in right this instant."

Takumi walked in and sat down next to Misaki.

Gerald placed his hands neatly on the desk. "So how are you feeling today?"

"I feel okay," Misaki said.

"How do you feel today, Usui-san?"

"I would feel better if you weren't here," Takumi spat out.

"Now, now," Gerald said with a slick smile. "Calm down there. No need to be rude. Now, Ayuzawa-san, how do you feel about Usui-san? I understand if you think he is a slimy, slimy little -"

"I'm a what?"

"He's okay," Misaki sighed, shooting a glare at Takumi. "He's a little on the annoying side. A bit of a nasty pervert. He's also very big-headed. Actually, I don't think I like him much at all."

"I am amazing," Takumi said, a hint of a very small smile playing on his lips for the first time since he saw Gerald. "Don't lie."

"I'm not lying, idiot."

"Okay," Gerald said, not writing any of this down like he was meant to. "Usui-san, what do you think of Ayuzawa-san?"

"Why should I tell you?" Takumi snapped.

Gerald smiled, or rather, smirked. "I need to know this."

"Why?" Misaki asked with a frown.

The counsellor turned to her with a thinly veiled expression of disapproval. Misaki shrank back a little, seeing this face. "Progress check. Each week I'll be asking what you think of each other to see if the problem is improving at all, so that you won't have to be separated into different rooms."

"I'd like a new room," Misaki piped in.

Takumi faked a hurt look. "I like Mitsu, but she's always mean to me."

Gerald's lips curled into a slightly sinister smile. "She? So Mitsu is a girl?"

"A transgender girl, but yes, definitely a girl."

"I see," Gerald said. "Would you like to talk about that?"

Misaki went from slightly rosy to pale white. "I'd rather not."

"That's okay. We don't need to talk about anything you don't want to talk about. Usui-san, would you like to talk about your maid fetish?"

"I'd rather not," Takumi said, coldly gazing at Gerald.

"I'm sorry, that's not an option for you," the counsellor replied, with a gleeful amusement dancing in his eyes. "I want to hear this. What do you like about maids?"

"I don't have a fetish for maids."

"The receptionist says you do," Gerald said calmly.

"The receptionist isn't always right, is she?" Takumi said, his voice rising. Misaki was surprised – he hadn't seen this side of him before, and it was strangely intriguing. "She said me and my roommate are arguing – no, we're functioning perfectly fine. I don't have a maid fetish, either. Mitsu was just making stuff up at that point."

"You told me you have a maid fetish," she pointed out.

"But then after that I told you I didn't mean any of it."

"Well, you told the receptionist that I was going to a drag queen or something, so I just got a bit mad at you. It's understandable enough."

"So you don't have a maid fetish?" Gerald asked, looking a bit disappointed.

"I don't."

"Damn," he sighed. "I already warned the entire student body to not cosplay as maids unless they want to get raped by a horny blonde."

"Nonsense," Takumi said with a completely deadpan face and a monotonous voice, "everyone wants to get raped by me. So it wouldn't be rape."

"I actually don't want to, thank you very much," Misaki said hurriedly.

"I'll opt out too," Gerald added.

Takumi's green eyes flickered over to glance at Gerald's icy ones. "I wouldn't want to rape you."

"Hopefully you wouldn't want to rape anyone," Misaki said.

"I don't. I don't really like bananas very much."

"I like bananas," Gerald said, looking mildly interested. "Not that that's related to anything."

"Can we please stop with the donut-banana analogy?" Misaki pleaded. "It's made me never want to eat either of them ever again."

"You've tried both?"

Misaki went bright red and grabbed a pot of pens and threw it at Takumi, who narrowly escaped the wrath of the girl by ducking down as it whizzed over his head. She crossed her arms. "Can I leave now? This session has gone way too sexual."

Gerald flicked his hand in dismissal. "Go straight back to class. Or don't. I don't care. It's not my problem if you bunk."

The raven haired girl beamed and left the room, closing the door lightly. Takumi moved to follow her, but Gerald grabbed his wrist across the table, before he could get up.

"Takumi -"

"Why are you here?" Takumi asked, letting anger seep into his voice. "I told you to stay away. What are you doing, pretending to be a counselor when you have all that stuff to do at home?"

Gerald looked amused. "Our family paid some money for the school to fire the old counsellor and put me in the position. They weren't happy because I have no qualifications whatsoever in Psychology or even medicine but they let me have the job. And it's not like our parents minded, they were curious too. I wanted to spy on my little brother."

"It's none of your business. Go back home. No one wants you here."

"Oh," Gerald said, an icy smile spreading across his face, "but of course it's all of my business whether or not you get married to Ayuzawa Misaki."

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