I'm going to be honest, I really didn't want to see you again... but you never were one to listen to me anyway, right from the damn beginning.
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WHISPERS ECHOED ACROSS THE HALLS.
With her head held high, Misaki walked through the crowds of students, some occasionally giving way to her out of fear. After all, she was the so-called Demon President of Seika High.
Misaki liked it. Liked how she had that sort of power over the students, but at the same time, she felt lonely. Because all that the students saw in her was the fiery and terrifying Misaki, and not the real her. After all, all people had their own weak side. In the end, it depended on that person and whether they were willing to share that part of their life with anyone.
Fists tightening in her blazer pockets to distract herself from all the stares she was receiving, Misaki swifty slipped through the Student Council room with a well maintained expression. She knew for a fact she was not one of those people.
Nobody shall ever see the real me, she almost vowed to herself. However, she had to admit that hiding behind a facade was painful, as it meant that she had to live alongside a persona that was all based on a perception that a majority of the school shared.
Looking up, Misaki scanned the room and caught sight of the small, mouse-like vice-president, Yukimura.
"Yukimura!" she called out to him a little too harshly, with a sharp edge in her voice.
Flinching, Yukimura turned to Misaki, a few report papers in hand, "Y-yes, kaichou?" he replied stuttering, with a terrified expression. An expression she found quite common on the male population of the school.
Instantly, Misaki regretted her behaviour. Due to the suffocating feeling of being in the halls around the students who gossiped instead of studying, she unconsciously took her negative feelings out on the innocent vice-president. Who she knew, out of all people didn't deserve it.
Sometimes she really hated herself.
Misaki bit her lip and apologised immediately, "Sorry, Yukimura..." she said, fiddling with her fingers behind her back. "I didn't mean to give you a scare like that."
Acting apologetic or empathetic was never something that came naturally to Misaki, especially being the demon prez but she knew for a fact that she was wrong to act like that. Yukimura to her, was one of the only males that she could stand. But to her, it was mostly because he was very child-like and in a constant state of a mixture between fear and innocent - like a deer.
"N-no, don't worry about it, kaichou. What do you need?" he managed to say with a nervous smile. He was quite surprised by the president's unexpected response.
Misaki awkwardly smiled at him and folded her arms across her chest. "I was just curious. Is there something going on?" She wanted to divert his attention from her previous apology, to another subject which she was actually curious about. Misaki noticed while she was walking in the halls that many of the students were gossiping, which truthfully was very normal, but it was particularly strange that the small number of girls were the ones that were actively speaking about it.
Yukimura stared confusedly at her and she took that as a signal to elaborate.
"Well, a lot of people are talking. More than usual." Misaki finished.
Something akin to realisation glinted in his innocent eyes and he spoke up, more confident this time, "Ah, it's the new transfer student. He's quite popular already and he hasn't even shown up."
Sitting down at her desk, Misaki rested her chin on her palm. "I see." She kept her gaze focused on the surface of her desk.
'He.' Another guy, huh.
From the beginning of the school year, Misaki's prime goal as the student council president was to increase the number of girls in the school. She knew that she couldn't help boys transferring to Seika, but there were already too many of them. And it didn't help that she disliked males.
A few moments of silence passed and Yukimura spoke up again. "I almost forgot! The principal told me to tell you that you have to tour him around the school during first period."
Looking up at him, Misaki saw a shaken expression on his face, almost as if he was scared for her reaction. She felt terrible, as that same expression was slowly becoming normal on his face everyday. And Misaki knew for a fact that she didn't want him to act like that around her, especially as he was the vice-president meaning he was supposed to work beside her often.
Misaki, you should try to have a good relationship with Yukimura.
He's just one person.
Misaki took a deep breath and smiled at him. "It's okay, Yukimura. We all forget things sometimes." Inside, Misaki cringed at how different that sounded to her usual self.
Yukimura continued to stare at Misaki, even more terrified than he initially was. "Um, kaichou, are you feeling okay?" he hesitantly asked. It seemed her plan of making amends was not working.
Raising an eyebrow, Misaki challenged him. "Yes, does it look like there is something wrong with me?"
Squeaking, he retreated a few steps backwards and forced out, "N-no of course not."
Well, the plan definitely failed.
Standing up straight from her seat, Misaki forcefully slid the doors open again and left, leaving a petrified vice-president. Strutting through the halls, she made her way to the teachers office to ask about the new student, as first period was going to start in a few minutes.
Seeing that the door was already open, Misaki carefully walked in and saw the teacher in charge of children behaviour and progress. His job included looking after new transfer students until they fit in.
Beside him, she saw a tall boy, who she assumed was the new student. He was stood faced away from her. Eyeing him, Misaki saw that he was a head taller than her and that he had blonde hair.
A foreigner?
Silently, Misaki walked towards them, careful not to disrupt the conversation. She started fiddling with her fingers behind her back as she stood upright with a passive expression.
"Ah, Ayuzawa-san," the teacher acknowledged her. Misaki dropped her hands to her sides and then folded them in front of her and respectfully bowed to the teacher.
"Sensei, is this the new student?" Misaki inquired, curiously. She wasn't going to lie, she was quite interested in what kind of person he was. But it wasn't as if he was special, she knew that she was just like that with everyone that gave her a strange vibe, and this new student was definitely that kind of person. It wasn't often that there would be a blonde Japanese student, especially one that would transfer to a school like Seika.
Maybe he'll be different from the typical males.
Shaking her head, Misaki disagreed with that initial thought. I doubt it. All men are the same.
Well, expect Yukimura I guess, she concluded as an afterthought.
The teacher spoke, snapping Misaki out her thoughts surrounding the mysterious new student. "Yes, I leave him in your hands, Ayuzawa-san," he spoke slowly. "Meet Usui Takumi."
Usui turned his head and faced her.
She was suprised.
And so was he.
"You?" they both said at the same time.
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hi, i'm back with another chapter. misaki and takumi have finally met!
personally, i want their relationship to go slowly (compared to the anime/manga) because i want them to develop a good, trustworthy friendship before anything crazy happens haha.
i'd just like to warn you in advance that i suck at writing romance, this is a first for me (i usually write dark fantasy, action and fab shit like that hehe) but not on this account. my other account is a secret. ;)) so i made this new account for random stuff like this - tbh stories on here aren't going to be my best, they're just going to be ideas i think are fun to work with, basically they aren't going to be 'as serious.' also, i want to keep my two accounts separate for personal reasons-- :)))
and am i the only one that finds yukimura so precious - he needs to be protected!!11!
well, until the next chapter!
-mimi