Takumi Usui stares at the ceiling, waiting for you while leaning next to your locker. It’s another day at school, and he is just eager to see you. The reason he is waiting for you, he’s not really sure.

Takumi never really cared about any girl; it's not like it was worth it anyway. Being taught half of your life at home without coexisting with other kids sure has an impact. Not like he really cared about it. Being considered strange was not a problem for him.

So why is he doing this? He is just waiting for you to show up just to tease you. He's been doing this since he found out about your part-time job at the Maid Latte. Then he knows he is going to walk you to your job, wait until your shift is over just so he can make sure you get into your house safely.

He doesn’t care how many times you say you hate him, or that he’s a creepy stalker, or even that he’s a perv. Maybe he is all of that, in fact. But it's okay because he knows you think there is more than that about him.

Because you could say all these things to him, but he still can see the way you blush when he compliments you, the way your breath catches in your throat when he gets too close, or the way your eyes shine every time he protects and helps you. And Usui needs that for the rest of his life.

“Hello, Prez,” he says with a smile as you approach your locker. He can already see your eyebrows frowning and your lips pouting. So cute. “I can’t wait to walk you to your job today. I missed seeing you in that cute outfit.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. That he shouldn’t mention your part-time job at school and especially about the maid outfit you have to wear. But he doesn’t care; he just wants to get a reaction from you.

“Sorry, Prez,” he says with a smirk when you start complaining about him. He delicately holds your wrist and pushes you against the locker, pinning you with his body. “Don’t start complaining,” he holds your wrists in place and leans, rubbing his nose along your jaw, stopping close to your ear.