Hi everybody! This is my first story for Maid Sama and I'm extremely excited. This is a short chapter, as you can tell, but others in the future will definitely not be. Please leave reviews and opinions on this story! I tried to make the characters as similar as they are on the anime/manga. Hopefully, they are not too ooc.

No honorifics in this story*

I do not own Maid Sama

Seika High School, an interactive and educational building where boys and girls get the opportunity to interfuse with one another and share their distinctive ideas.

"I swear Usui, you lay one more finger on me, you'll regret the day you were born!" A screech was reverberated throughout the school, causing students to cringe at the fire in their presidents tone.

Usui, who was leaning against the fuming girls desk, merely smirked and leaned forward until he was only inches away from her. Thankfully, nobody else was present in the classroom.

"Threatening me is a very naughty thing, Misaki. I'm starting to enjoy your fierce attitude." Misaki, who at the moment was knocked speechless, leaned back until her chair was tilting on its hind legs.

"S-Stop saying such things, you creep." She quickly looked away from the smirking blonde, instead glaring at the window which displayed a clear blue sky as well as a bright sun.

"You enjoy it, president." Without warning, Usui placed his foot on the bar under the chair and pushed down, resulting in Misaki flinging forward and bumping into the teen.

Grabbing her around the waist, Usui pulled her up and gazed down at the startled schoolgirl.

"Now tell me, Misaki, that you do not welcome my affections, and I will release you." His nonchalant attitude had Misaki question just how serious his question was.

Large hazel eyes darted back and forth, desperately trying to find a reasonable answer that would satisfy the both of them.

Come on Misaki, tell him to stop touching you, she mentally scolded herself when finding her body not take action. You do want him to stop harassing you… right?

A smile graced the handsome man's face, "it seems my question has been answered." Before she could retort, both Sukura and Shizuko walked into the room, resulting in Misaki hastily pushing away from a grinning Usui.

"Misaki! You need to see what's happening out in the hallway right now!" Sukura hopped foot to foot while waving her hands wildly. Shizuko, who only pushed her glasses up, nodded and folded her arms.

"Why, what's wrong guys?" The stern voice of the Class President came into full effect, hands on hips and a scowl in place.

"It seems a few first years were arguing over a girl before it turned into a fistfight." Shizuko stepped back as Misaki was dragged out the door by a ballistic Sukura.

Usui only closed his eyes when hearing two high-pitched screams from somewhere in the building, knowing his Misaki found her victims.

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"Honestly those stupid, stupid boys. Ugh, I have no words for their mental capacity." The Class President mumbled to herself while scrubbing the mud-caked floor with a mop.

She scolded herself for not forcing the petulant children, a.k.a the fist fighting boys, to do the dirty work. Of course, when it came down to it, Misaki rather have cleaned it, knowing the morons would do a half-assed job like always.

"Is somebody a little stressed out?" A sweet voice taunted the already pissed-off girl, a heated glare aimed at the speaker.

"Shut it or I'll personally make you regret your words." She snapped out while pointing the dirty broom in Usui's direction.

He only sidestepped the onslaught of dirt before placing both hands into his pocket, walking over to the working madwoman.

"I'm beginning to question the underlying messages with your choice of words." He smirked at her scorching glare. Just as she opened her mouth, another voice overlapped her.

"Misaki? Misaki, are you in here?" The shrill voice of Hinata had Usui narrow his eyes before swiftly grabbing Misaki around the waist.

"What're you do-"

Ignoring her surprise outburst, he pushed her into a nearby supply closet, effetely closing the metal door after squishing himself in as well.

"Usui, you big idiot-"

He only cut her off once more, placing a hand over her mouth and staring down into her hazel eyes. They both heard Hinata's voice carry out across the room before the echoing of footsteps ricochet down the hallway, still calling out her name like a love-struck teenager.

Misaki jumped into action, quickly squeezing past Usui to escape the cramped cabinet. She shrieked when being pulled back into a hard chest.

"Let me out, it's too small in here!" With failed attempts, she tried pulling at his steel iron-grip, only managing to tire herself out somewhat.

With a slight chuckle, the green-eye teenager bent down and leaned his chin on her shoulder. "Does my maid have a case of claustrophobia?"

Misaki scowled, hating how he seemed to know exactly what was on her mind. It was true though, she did have a fear of being closed in small spaces, especially a supply closet as petite as this one.

"Seems I learned something about my little Misaki." He purred into her ear.

"I'm not your Misaki, or your maid!" She turned around and pointed a finger at the amused man.

"Listen here-" She began. Suddenly, the ground began shaking, seeming as if the floor itself was swaying back and fourth. The rattling of the closet echoed in the teenagers eardrums, both hearing shrill screams from fellow classmates in the far-off distance.

"Wha-What?!" Misaki grabbed a fistful of Usui's shirt to balance herself as the floor jittered.

"Shit," was all Usui muttered before picking Misaki up bridal style and huddling down onto the closet floor, wrapping his arms around her head and stomach and bending his knees so she was sandwiched between him.

"What's going on!?" Misaki looked at the crack of the door, seeing the shuddering and flickering of the ceiling lights pour through the small opening.

"Earthquake," was his only response. The two became silent when hearing a teacher yelling for the students to remain calm, his voice growing distant as he left the hallway.

"Usu-Usui," the terrified schoolgirl's voice wobbled as the shaking increased, "y-you better not le-let me die." Desperately trying to ignore the shrill screams from outside the closet, Usui looked into her wide eyes and produced a small, shaky smile. Misaki would have been surprised at his uncharacteristic action if it hadn't been for the horrendous crisis they were in.

"I would never let my Misaki die," he stated firmly before placing a small kiss on her forehead. Ignoring her startled intake of breath, he tightened his hold on her when hearing a loud crash from inside the classroom, already knowing the ceiling was collapsing.

As the noise grew louder, Misaki squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face into Usui's shirt. "I'm sorry for every rude thing I've ever said to you, Usui. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She shrieked when hearing pounding on the top of the closet, the metal walls gathering large dents with each passing second.

As the earthquake continued on, the two huddled together and hoped for the best.

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