Guys I'm not really sure if Hiro Fujiwara (author of maid sama) speaks any other language besides Japanese but if she does then do you think she's ever read Maid Sama fanfics? Like that'd be so cool man imagine getting a review from Hiro Fujiwara
Also are people reading this fic? Like idk man the views are low too so I'm just not sure if y'all find this one boring or something or maybe just because there aren't many chapters yet?
Look out for a couple new one shots from me!
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After Misaki said her farewells to Satsuki, Aoi drove her to their headquarters. The ride was pretty long—it took almost an hour to get here. She could understand why Aoi was annoyed about being forced to drive to the beach earlier today.
"We're here," he announced, parking the car in front of the building and getting out. Misaki got out faster than him, deciding she wanted to get this meeting over with quickly. "Where are you going?" he asked, stopping her in her tracks.
"Through the doors," she answered, partially attempting to be a smartass, although she was a bit confused. "What? Is something wrong?"
Aoi tossed a plastic grocery bag at her. "Did you already forget your role you have to play?" he scoffed. This woman really had a worse memory than a goldfish.
She untied the knot on the bag, taking a peek inside, only to find a stylish men's outfit inside, and a wig. "It seemed to have slipped my mind," she admitted. "Do you know where a bathroom is?"
"There should be one at the park over there," he said, pointing to a large grassy area right beside their company. There was a small brick structure containing bathrooms inside.
Misaki nodded, jogging over to where he'd pointed. She stopped for a moment and glanced at both gender signs. I'll be entering the bathroom as a woman, and exiting as a "man"... Which do I take? she finally shook her head and decided nobody would really care either way, and so headed right into the women's restroom.
Locking herself in a stall, she reached inside the bag and grabbed a lump of fabric. Straightening it out, she found a denim blue button-up with a nice collar and sleeves that stopped right above her elbows. She removed her printed tee and threw on the shirt Aoi provided. Next, she grabbed some dark brown pants which seemed to her a mixture of jeans and dress pants. Slipping them on, she also finished off the attire with the matching chocolate brown boat shoes.
Misaki unlocked the stall door, checking around to make sure the bathroom was definitely empty, before standing in front of the mirror to put on her wig. Her hair was already tied up, so she just put the hairnet over it. She took the wig in her hands, observing the jet black hairstyle for a brief moment. The hair looked freakishly realistic and resembled her cousin's.
The first thing she noticed when she put the wig on was how damn itchy it was. I think I'm just going to cut my hair after this. I refuse to wear a wig for the next month.
Just as she thought she was finished, her eyes caught her chest. It wasn't anything too noticeable, however it was definitely there. She'd have to do something about that…
Grabbing a bandage-like roll from the bag, she once again quickly checked around, before unbuttoning her shirt and wrapping her chest up almost as if she were injured.
Making sure everything was okay and ready to go, she packed up all her previously worn clothes back into the plastic bag. Misaki pushed open the bathroom door, about to walk out, until she heard a shriek.
"What were you doing in there?!" a woman demanded, pointing an accusatory finger right at Misaki. Her instinct was to respond "What do you mean? I'm a girl," but somehow she felt that was a bad idea. After all, she was about to be famous, and the last thing needed were rumors being spread around.
"A-Ah," she stammered, racking her brain for a plausible excuse. "My sister was in there and she needed a, uh, a tampon! I had to slip it under the stall, please understand," she lied.
The woman seemed to buy it, placing her hand over her chest and smiling. "Oh dear, pardon me. What a kind brother you are."
Misaki just flashed her a big, fake smile, speed-walking away before the woman could find the bathroom empty and realize the entire story was made up.
"What took you so long?" Aoi complained. "I almost thought you ditched me, weird woman."
She rolled her eyes at his obnoxious statements, before smirking. "I'm a weird what?"
"A weird wom—oh."
Misaki triumphantly crossed her arm and smiled. "My name is Makoto Ayuzawa," she stated firmly. "Now can we please go in and meet the boss. My head is itchy. God, it feels like I have lice."
He snorted at her response. "Let's go."
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"Is this Makoto Ayuzawa?"
Aoi nodded politely. "Yes, sir. I found him in Korea and brought him here."
The man with dark blue hair, almost like Aoi's but even darker, walked over to Misaki, staring her in the eye impassively.
"You look a bit different than in your photos," he commented. Misaki swallowed, wondering if he could see through her disguise.
"Aha, well, you know what they say! Plastic surgery does change a person…" What the heck was that Misaki?! Nobody says that. You sound like an idiot, she berated herself.
The man looked at her blankly for a moment, and the air between them was extremely awkward. Just as Misaki was about to correct herself, he doubled over laughing.
"BAHAHA! Oh my god. I like you already, Makoto," he said. "I'm Gerard Walker, pleasure to make your acquaintance," he introduced, extending his hand outward. Misaki reached out, grasping his hand, taken by surprise when Gerard instead pulled her in for a side hug and patted her back.
"Wha—" she gasped, throwing a glance at Aoi. He just silently snickered, even having the nerve to stick his tongue out at her.
Once the boss decided that their hug was over, he walked over to a desk and pulled out some documents. "In order for you to officially start working, I'm going to need you to sign some papers," he explained. Taking a thin pile of forms out of a manila envelope, he placed them on a nearby table and gestured for her to take a seat. She did just that.
Misaki flipped through the papers, sighing. There sure was a lot to read…
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"I'm still mad at you, Kuuga."
The blonde scowled at the lime-headed man. "It's not my fault we missed the flight! Maybe if Hinata didn't want to get snacks we would've made it!" he defended, pointing a finger at the brunette who held large bags of pretzels and sour cream onion chips in his arms.
"You shouldn't have indulged him," he replied stubbornly.
"Tora, Kuuga," the taller blonde spoke, "could you be any more loud? I'm trying to drive."
"I could," Kuuga smiled innocently. "Want me to show you, Takumi-kun?"
He narrowed his eyes at the annoying male seated behind him through the car mirror. "Don't call me that," he said, pretending to shiver in disgust. Tora and Kuuga laughed at his actions, while Hinata stared out the window, continuing to munch on his snacks.
"On another note," Tora spoke, "Gerard is going to be pretty pissed that we didn't get on our plane."
Takumi shrugged. "Nothing a little sweet-talking won't get us out of."
"You're arrogant," the golden-eyed man noted.
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Finally finishing placing her cousin's signature on everything (she didn't really know what it looked like though, so it was made up on the spot) she tapped the sides of the paper on the table, straightening the forms, sliding them across the table and over to Gerard.
"Here you are," she said. "Is that all?"
He accepted the papers, licking his finger and counting through them. "Yes, thank you."
Misaki stood from the chair, bowing politely, before "I'll be going now. Ah, and, thank you very much for recruiting me."
"Nonsense. The group needed a fresh new member. You're doing us a favor," Gerard replied, digging around in his pocket before tossing her a small metal object. "Oh, and before you go, please take this."
She caught it in both her hands, thankful for her fast reflexes. "A key?"
He raised an eyebrow. "For your house. You will be living with the other band members...it was stated on the form."
She laughed nervously. She did get a little bored towards the end and ended up skimming everything…living together would make the most sense, anyway, since they'd have to be collaborating and stuff. But that just made it a whole lot easier for her to be found out. Only a month, she reminded herself.
"Oh, yes. Sorry. Actually, can I have the address—"
BAM!
"Hinata, stop! That wasn't fair! You started running before I said go!"
Misaki blinked a few times at the unexpected entrance of the guy she assumed to be named Hinata. Right behind him, a blonde haired male with reddish eyes appeared. They're rather energetic. But where have I heard that name before? Hinata…?
Soon after the first two people appeared, another pair walked in. She observed them closely—one man had green hair she'd describe as a lime-green, and a pair of golden eyes that were only a bit lighter than her own. The other one was taller than the rest, had messy blonde hair, and a beautiful shade of emerald eyes.
Only shortly after noticing his eyes, she stilled and she felt her heart stop.
"Sorry," she apologized to the person she'd ran into, realizing that they must've been in just as much of a hurry as her. Stealing a quick glance at the stranger, she observed that they had messy blonde hair and a rare shade of emerald eyes.
Gerard chuckled. "Good timing, boys. I'll interrogate you on why you're not in America later, but for now, come greet your new band member."
"NO!" she exclaimed, startling all the men in the room. Aoi shook his head, wondering what was going through this crazy woman's mind.
"Ahem," the blue eyed manager cleared his throat. "Makoto."
She spun around. "Makoto? Where?"
There was a pregnant silence in the room. The band members exchanged glances, while Gerard just started laughing. Aoi glared at her, silently telling her to get it together.
Wanting to slap herself for being so stupid, Misaki forced a laugh.
"Ahah! Just kidding! Gerard you thought it was funny too right, haha…" she shot him a glance, watching as he just good-naturedly smiled. She then turned to the four boys. "Hi, I'm Makoto Ayuzawa, your new bandmate!"
After her introduction, the first one to approach her was the green-haired one. "Nice to meet you, I'm Tora Igarashi." They shook hands, before the shorter of the two blondes hit her back playfully.
"I'm Kuuga Sakurai," he then placed his hand on his head, before drawing a line in the air and measuring the distance between her head and his. "Pretty short," he commented, making a peace sign with his fingers.
The loud brunette who barged into the office earlier then jumped up and gave her a hug. "I'm Hinata Shintani! But you can call me Hinata, Hina, Hinata-kun, Hinata-san, Hina—"
Kuuga grabbed Hinata's arm and pulled him away. "Ignore him, please." Misaki was about to speak up and say it was fine, until she saw someone else come up to her.
This man was the tallest member, with blonde hair that resembled Kuuga's, however it was a bit more tamed. She looked into his eyes, noticing so much more than she had back at the airport. She didn't really get to have a good look at them back then, but now she felt herself getting lost in every detail.
"I'm Takumi Usui," he said, briefly sparing Gerard a glance, before paying his attention back to Misaki. She ripped her eyes away from his, offering him a handshake. Instead of shaking her hand, he gently grabbed it, guiding her hand upward and resting it atop her own head. "Shortie," he smirked, quoting Kuuga, before standing aside with the rest of Angelic Addiction.
Misaki growled at him. "Just because you're abnormally tall doesn't make me short," she huffed. He raised an eyebrow.
"Makoto, you're dismissed. Let's not start an argument on your first day. The rest of you, take a seat," Gerard interrupted before anyone could get another word in.
Aoi smacked the back of Misaki's head. "Let's go." She frowned, following behind him and slamming her fist on his head. "Ow! What is wrong with you?!"
Before he could lash out, Misaki stuck her tongue out and hopped into an elevator which was luckily already on their floor.
More glances were exchanged back in the room.