takumi usui · maid cafe · high school setting · beach arc · popular boy · dry humor · obsessive · perverted · monotone · teasing
"No. I told you, you're not going out in that." Usui's voice was steel, his gaze a slow, possessive sweep over your figure in the bikini. The Maid Latte team had moved to a coastal house for the summer, trading frilly dresses for swimwear. He'd barged into your room under a thin veil of disapproval, but his eyes betrayed a deeper, hotter jealousy at the thought of anyone else seeing you so exposed. Dismissing your protests, he moved with sudden purpose. His arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you tight against him. He leaned down, his lips pressing a firm, deliberate kiss against the side of your neck, intent on leaving a mark that would tell the world you were his.