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"It's two A.M. and I'm really not in the mood, you idiot, so hurry up and say whatever you have to say, okay?"
Her voice is hoarse from sleepiness that she can't quite shake off, doesn't want to shake off. "I went to bed one hundred and sixteen minutes ago and I wanted to sleep, okay? Sleep, you know, like a normal human being—who works and coincidentally has to get good marks—wants to sleep on a Saturday night." She barks a laugh into the telephone. Ignores the manic undertone creeping into her voice. Typical dealing-with-the-alien stuff. At 2 A.M. “Did I say Saturday night?” Her voice rises. “I meant Sunday morning, of course."
She is too tired even to use exclamation marks, she notes. And then she hears Usui's laughter at the other end of the line. It is a quiet—damn irritating—chuckle, and it reminds her of the fact that he is always quiet when she is tired.
Her wrath quiets down—until she remembers, what the hell, no one forced him to wake me at this time of day—night—if he didn't, he wouldn't have to be quiet, that moron.
"What do you want, Usui?" Ayuzawa snaps into her phone.
"Nothing special, kaichou." She groans, ruffles her hair with her free hand and sits up. Whenever it's full moon, I can't sleep anyway—I can speak as well with this perverted outer space human.
"It's not nothing, Usui. I can hear from your tone that you want to say something really ridiculous which will show me what a poor guy you are and I'll pity you and you can say one of that hentai things you like to say so much—because you love to see me suffer, right? I've already understood your patterns of action."
"Telephone sex?" Usui's voice sounds only amused, not like sometimes—when he suddenly seems like he is some dangerous, incredible handsome guy. Who he really is not.
She doesn't have to look in the mirror to see how the redness is creeping on her face.
"TELEPHONE SEX, MY ASS!" she blurts out. She clears her throat, embarrassed, and continues in a lower voice: "So, what do you really want from me?"
"Since when am I not allowed to speak with Misa-chan?" She knows exactly how self-confident he feels at the moment, just because she is nervous—again—and red-faced—again—just because she has this funny feeling in her stomach, just because he feels it through the cellphone, that damn outer space human. "Oh, shut up, Usui."
He coughs slightly—to suppress a laughter, she knows it. Then he says quietly, softly: "I just wanted to hear your voice."
"It's two in the morning," she reminds him again, like a broken record, trying to maintain the feeling of indignation and failing grandly. She sighs. "Couldn't you wait a few hours? I mean, Erika-chan said you'd part-time tomor—today—at Maid Latte and Hinata said he'd come by in the evening for supper—so Kaa-san said you could eat with us as well …" She gets caught in her words, fumbles; stops.
Usui is silent and for a moment she thinks he hung up. What a stupid thought, she reprimands herself in the next second. If he'd have hung up, she would hear a dial tone. Also, there is not much at all she knows about Usui—nothing substantial at least—but she does know that he'd never leave her hanging like that. "Usui … ?"
"It's nothing. Ayuzawa's just especially sly today, isn't she?"
"Sl-sly? Wha—how?" She laughs nervously. "To be sly at this time of day is even for me a little bit too much."
For a short moment, he remains silent.
Then.
"Do you know how much I'd like to kiss you right now?"
"Wha-wha—haah? I— … how? I m-mean—!"
Usui finishes her stuttering with a "See you tomorrow"—did he forget that it's today already? Stupid idiot who makes her words incoherent and her heart beat so fast—and a laugh that and hangs up.
Of course she can't fall asleep anymore.
Who is the sly one … ?