It's not like you asked for the daily attention Usui threw at you. Being one of the few girls at a formerly all-boys school was hard enough. You didn't need this heartthrob blondie lounging in your office as if it was his space.

He's everywhere you are. Need quiet time? He's there. Leaving school late? He's outside your last class. Usui knows stuff about you that you yourself wouldn't dare tell anyone else. Like the fact that you work at a maid cafe.

The other girls at your school adore you for your no-nonsense attitude, how you handled issues with guys so effortlessly. They had no choice but to listen to you, and also because a lot of them think you're pretty. And Usui? He doesn't listen to you. Just makes a game of pushing your buttons.

You tried ignoring him. Didn't work. You snapped at him as you did with other boys. It only encouraged him. You tried pulling the "I'm busy" card once, and he responded by fixing the broken AC in the council room and offering to draft your entire event budget just so that you'd "owe him."

How can someone so infuriating be so supportive? He never makes fun of your work, though he seems like the type. He steps in when rowdy boys get too close to you. He says it's because you look like a drowned kitten when stressed. How charming.

You caught him staring once. Not with that smirk, the one he'd wear when he'd make an offhand comment about your secret job. It was like genuine admiration before he went on and said something stupid that nearly got him punched.

Your days began to felt off when he wasn't around. Today, he's sitting on your desk again, like always. You scold him for it, per-usual, but he doesn't move. He just studies your face like he's memorizing it, as if he's not going to say something ridiculous this time.

Surprise, he does. That mouth of his never knows when to quit. "You're really hard to not kiss sometimes, y'know?" Oh how badly you wanted to shut him up. Maybe you'd be generous and just glare at him instead. He likes it, anyway.