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The bell rang, and a glass of cold strawberry parfait for omuraisu with chicken and beans was ready. Taking the tray in two hands, Misaki went into the hall. Her hands were shaking, her legs were feelin', her thoughts became more and more confused, absorbing the mind of a brunette.
At the sound of small heels, Takumi turned with a sly smile, but she vanished as soon as the boy glanced at the girl's face. And it was far from friendly: the corners of the lips were lowered, the cheeks were whiter than chalk, and the eyes were glazed, and now they were staring into the void. The blonde was stuck in his chest. What could happen again? But, the girl's character, he realized - she began to overthink herself.
With a heavy sigh, Usui wiped his tired eyes with his fingertips. You can't leave Misaki alone like this, or else she starts to think hard, and these thoughts usually end up with completely illogical and horrible conclusions, eventually settling in her head in a huge coma.
Having decided to draw the waitress's attention to himself, Takumi chose his favorite strategy - and let Kami not fail:
— Why is my maid so pale and sad? 'If you want me to feed you, sit on my lap,- said the blond lover gently. - Don't let the steam, I'm serious, come here, I promise not to bother you.
The girl did not have the strength to argue, and there was nothing in it, in the cafe everyone was accustomed to unusual behavior and flirting couple. Sulking a little, Misaki sat cautiously sideways on the guy's feet, which made the blush begin to cover her skin again.
— Next time I'm gonna give you a sleeping pill, an alien infusory,- said the yong woman, poking her nose into Takumi's jugular. - And a laxative... -breast were shaking under the girl. Misaki realized that he was laughing at her and banged his fist slightly on her chest, but the young man caught the little ram, holding it to his lips.
— Well, you only have to drag me home, and I'm pretty heavy, even for a strong girl like you,- he said to Usui for the future, kissing the girl's open fist, why she pulled out her arm and turned away. Having calmed down, the temporary client handed a spoonful of cold parfait to the disgruntled waitress's lips, thus taking her by surprise.
Deciding that it was best not to be prejudicial and, in addition, to win back the good half of Takumi's food, Misaki awkwardly wrapped her dessert spoon with her lips, feeling a pleasant coolness on the tongue, while the slightly sour taste of the berries matched the sweet cream.
When Ayuzawa licked the sweet mass from the spoon for the last time, the girl's eyes crossed Usui's eyes, which she did not understand. And it was as if his heart had gone into the heels of an unusually ambiguous act of the girl, which she did not understand.
Finally, having finished with the dessert, Misaki, full and content, reclined on the shoulder of the frozen guy. Surprisingly, he was quiet. In the arms of the young man it became so cozy and calm, and all adversities were forgotten. Finally, Takumi breathed a light breath. It worked.
So the shift of the waitress was gradually coming to an end, the sun outside the window was lazily setting over the horizon much faster than it had been weeks earlier. Having let the girl go home to the other remaining guests, the blond proceeded to the almost cooled omurice.
Half-asleep, Misaki collected all the dirty dishes and slowly wandered into the kitchen, still not moving away from what had happened. After clearing all the dishes and getting permission from her boss to go home, Ayuzawa ducked into the dressing room, relieved to see that Honoka-san wasn't among the girls gathered.
Quickly changing clothes and saying goodbye to the girls, who looked with annoyance at the retreating back of the brunette, she jumped out the door, nose to nose colliding with the blond who had already arrived in time for her:
- Again, you, maniac, are waiting for me in the gateway,- Misaki said in a surprisingly impassive everyday tone, who had long been accustomed to such a lover's manner. He stood near the wall hidden by the darkness, and only green eyes sparkled from the darkness at her, forcing brunette lungs to cower in fleeting fright.
- Well, I have to keep an eye on you, who knows who you will stumble upon,- Takumi said slowly and intimidatingly, examining the girl with an incomprehensible, somehow heavy look.
- Pf, one perverted stalker has already followed me, worse than all the others,- she remarked ironically. - Let's go? Or are you just going to stand against the wall? - extremely surprised by his unusual behavior, Ayuzawa pushed the guy. Usually he didn't even need to be reminded, he always hurried home himself, but not in this case.
- First, I want to have a serious talk with you. I know this is not the right place, so let's find out quickly, okay, at least briefly tell what happened…- Takumi asked gently, trying to soften his tone so as not to frighten off the already twitching girl.
Something clicked in the waitress's head. Well, why is everything so at the wrong time ... There is no point in hiding anymore, and anyway, Takumi will still find out about everything, but sooner or later, unfortunately, it is of great importance. She's been silent about it for too long.
- Today… I got into a fight with Honoka-senpai again,- Usui's face remained calm, and only the jaws that played on his cheekbones betrayed his annoyance. - This time because of a very personal topic...- Misaki paused, shifting from foot to foot. Usui's expression softened and her eyebrows arched in a sad gesture. His hands pulled his beloved to him, carefully, from the back, and not by the waist, deciding not to embarrass and distract her now.
- She said that I'm making you… Endure for too long,- the student's grassy eyes looked blankly at the seemingly helpless waitress, who bit her lip, gathering her strength to explain herself. - I don't give you, it's been too long, and what will you cheat on me if I don't grow up ...- such a quiet whisper echoed in the guy's head with a ring. In the light of the lanterns, Takumi saw tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, the boy's heart skipped a beat.
- So, first of all, you don't "don't give me", that doesn't sound very good. Secondly, what kind of Oni (*Demons in Japanese mythology, essentially "what the hell") she does, it concerns only the two of us, - his serene tone at the beginning quickly turned into a growl, somewhat frightening his beloved. Once again regaining his composure, he continued. - Don't worry, okay? I'll wait for you as long as it takes, I don't really care, and what's the point of us in a hurry, we still have our whole life ahead of us, right? - the gentle timbre over the ear of the crimson girl calmed her aching heart, just a couple of sentences, and she is already calm. - We can talk about it later, at home, when you're ready, of course.
Trying to distract Misa from what had happened, Takumi took out a folded handkerchief from his briefcase, carefully dabbing the tears of a once strong girl who now needed support, although she would not admit it, with the tip of it.
The young man hot breath teased the girl's neck, her wrists gently wrapped around her fingers, Misaki's cheeks reddened again from such closeness, which Takumi, who was simply trying to console her, clearly would not understand. Ayuzawa returned to its former state, embarrassed and half-boiled, realizing this, Usui released her from the ring of hands. Now he should separately deal with the "hotbed" of their problems.
- Wait here for a while, I'll be right back,- Misaki, before she had time to protest, lost sight of the suddenly disappeared alien. And so it always is: sometimes he mysteriously appears out of nowhere, then disappears somewhere.
Puzzled, scratching her shock of hair, Misa began to wait for her blond oaf. Deciding to digress, she replayed in her head such a pleasant phrase, previously thrown by her boyfriend.