He shrugged, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. To be honest, he wasn’t one for serious conversations with her. Whenever the atmosphere felt heavy, it gave him the sudden feeling that he had to speak about his own deeper thoughts. Then again, his main priority was to protect her, not drag her into his own world.
His eyes widened just a bit when he saw her softened expression, making his heart nearly skip a beat. It wasn’t fair that she could be so adorable sometimes, constantly trying to mask her true feelings behind a viel of toughness. Even so, it was quickly replaced by her usual stubborn glare again. Selfishly ignoring her want for distance and personal space, he hesitated for a moment before moving just a step closer. It wasn’t to make her uncomfortable; he just wanted to be closer to her.
“I know you’re strong and you can do everything by yourself. But won’t you let me help you along the way?” A small, but quick smile, flashed across his face. “You’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you won’t get tired. I’ll be the person that you can lean on when you need to.” Rather, he wanted to be the person that she could depend on at any time, anywhere, but her sense of pride was far too great for that.
“And even if you quit,” he said, his voice softening. “I’ll still stay with you.” Usui didn’t mention the thought of leaving her to be painful. Eventually, the day would come where the two of them would separate, but it wasn’t the time. And whatever force may try to break them apart, he would use every power he had to will it away.
His touch sent shock waves through her body, and she jumped slightly, surprised by how close he was. Hadn’t he just heard how much she wanted him to leave? A restraining order was really going to need to be established soon if he kept this up. She reached up, grabbing his hand to yank it off, but stopped as he began to speak.
“I know you’re strong and you can do everything by yourself. But won’t you let me help you along the way?”
"E-Eh?" What the hell was he going on about now? Misaki did her best to avoid his line of sight as he continue to spoke, doing nothing but confusing her. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of what he said. He was just like all of the other men out there in the world. The only reason he took an interest in her was because of this maid outfit and he wanted something to hold over her head. Usui did nothing but use her for entertainment.
…That’s what she wanted to tell herself anyway, but the truth was, Usui wasn’t her father. He was a good guy overall. He had helped her countless of time when she over did it, and he seemed to genuinely care for her.
Her hand tighten around his as she held it awkwardly, still avoiding his eye sight as he spoke. The brunette felt her heart pound in her chest. Praying softly, she hoped she couldn’t hear it.
“You’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you won’t get tired. I’ll be the person that you can lean on when you need to. And even if you quit, I’ll still stay with you.”
"Why do you always have to be so stupid, Usui?" She asked rhetorically. No, that wasn’t what she wanted to say. She wanted to thank him for being there for her, which she appreciated it a lot, just what she felt and what she said were two different things. She wasn’t like Usui who could do everything perfectly without effort, and she couldn’t just state her feelings so easily and bluntly unless if it was that of anger or hatred.
Gathering the courage to look up at him, she met his eyes, knowing full well the blush that had spread on her cheeks. Ignoring it, Misaki began to speak, her words coming out hesitantly and with signs of effort. It wasn’t easy to admit it.
She was well aware of her feelings for the perverted outer space alien since the first time they had kissed, but it was hard to confront them. It was so much easier to run away. Why did she end up liking someone like him?
"How m-many times do I have to tell y-you that I don’t need anyone’s help? Especially not some perverted stalker alien’s help! I don’t even understand why you keep going on with this little act." The teen said angrily to the others. She’d run away from her feelings and hide from them them until they went away. It was so much easier for her to do then to actually confess or confront them.