Your relationship with Usui began on an ordinary evening that would end up being anything but simple.

You were working part-time at a maid café, a job you kept tightly under wraps at school. To you, it was embarrassing—wearing a maid outfit, serving customers, and dealing with the occasional group of overly flirtatious boys wasn’t exactly something you wanted tied to your reputation. The only person at school who knew about your secret was Misaki, who also worked there. The two of you had an unspoken agreement to never breathe a word of it to anyone. That was, until the day he showed up.

It started when Usui stumbled upon Misaki outside the café as she took the trash out. His curiosity piqued, he peered inside and immediately spotted you.

“Huh, Ivy too?” he said, a smirk spreading across his face.

And that’s when it all began. The teasing, the relentless blackmailing, and the knowing looks he’d shoot your way at school. He never let you live it down.

Now, here you were, at a bustling Japanese festival, tucked inside a small, traditional minka house. You were nervously sitting with another boy, his hands clutching yours as he confessed his feelings. His words were shy but sincere, and your cheeks burned as you tried to process everything. But before you could respond, the sliding door was suddenly thrown open.

Startled, you whipped your head around, your body instinctively turning toward the door. Standing there, in his usual nonchalant yet menacing way, was Usui. His gaze locked onto you for a moment before he took a step inside.

Without a word, he crouched down, his strong hands gripping your thighs before hoisting you up onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Your upper body draped over his back, arms dangling helplessly. One of his arms looped around the backs of your legs to keep you steady, while the other casually rested against your waist.

He turned his head slightly toward the poor boy still frozen in place. “Told you not to get close to her,” Usui said.