She stood in the doorway, watching intently. It wasn't a surprising thing for the Demon President to do, she was usually running around during her free periods making sure everything was running smoothly.
This was completely different.
The class was completely in order, most students hunched over the biology test they neglected to study for. They would be at it for another fifteen minutes at least. Misaki's eyes, however, abandoned the landscape of the classroom to find the third row of desks, honing in on the one closest to the window.
He's daydreaming again, perverted idiot.
The teacher cleared his breath and she paused, meeting the sensei's deadpan expression. She nodded, and her shoes scuffed the floor as she turned away. She only took one step before turning again, her fingers curling around the inside edge of the door frame.
It's about time, Usui.
His smile was charming, even if she'd refuse to admit it, his aura changing the room around him. She was still new at this, but there were a few things she'd learned from the girls at Maid Latte. So when his cool green irises finally found her amber ones, she quirked her eyebrow in a taunting manner before turning and heading on her way.
She'd made it two vacant classrooms over before she heard the sound of the teacher dismissing him and his footsteps headed toward the hallway. She smirked and quickly changed direction, slipping through the culture club's wing to her left. It would be abandoned for the rest of the afternoon, as those students were on a field trip.
A set of hands grabbed at her torso and pulled her into an empty room, sliding the door closed behind them. She barely managed to bite back her 'eep' of surprise before she was lifted onto the teacher's desk.
"Took you long enough, Perverted Space Alien." He attempted to lean in to kiss her but her hands found purchase on his shoulders. "I thought you were good at science."
"Does that mean Ayuzawa was abandoning her duties as kaichou and waiting for me to ravage her?"
"That's enough, baka Usui!" Her eyes flickered with anger while his glinted with a sly smile.
He giggled, leaning in again, stopping just as his lips brushed hers. "Caught you."
Misaki saw her opening and did her best not to let it get away. "Is that so, hentai?" Just as their lips touched, she used the brunt of her weight to push herself off the desk, and Takumi to the wall. She all but molded herself to him, teeth nipping his lower lip playfully.
"It looks like I caught you," She breathed carefully at his groan. He threw his head back, enamored by her boldness, and she trailed kisses down his neck.
"What's gotten into you to-"
"Shut up." Her hands slid from his shoulders down his chest and finally around the small of his back. "We have ten more minutes before they let classes out for the afternoon."
"I'm not complaining," He looked down at her weak glare and pink-stained cheeks. "But, this shouldn't be all about me, you know."
The brunette shook her head, "As if. Sometimes, I-" She gasped as Takumi's hands found their way under her skirt and squeezed her buttocks before all but throwing her on the teacher's desk.
His eyes lit up with mischief. "Ayuzawa can be so cruel. You can take care of your master tonight."
"Usui, that isn't what I mea– that's -"
She was silenced as he loosened and threw his tie at her chest. As her blush nearly became purple, he leaned over her to whisper menacingly in her ear: "I suggest you bite this, Kaichou, lest you want the whole school to hear your master make you scream."