She was sick of it. Sick to the teeth of lagging behind and needing saved. She might… well, be fond of Usui (she blocked any stronger emotion from entering her head), but she was independent. Strong. Hadn't she proven that when she became President of this school and whipped these excuses for life-forms into shape?!

Ok, he'd done a lot for her, jumping off buildings, hitting people, helping her, hitting people, the list went on… But, if he hadn't taken that photo and had it with him, there would have been no need to jump off of roofs. Baka. And it's not like I'm weak- I can take people out for myself… She was resolved. Dependency on Usui had to stop. And it would.

At new years'?

Misaki shook her head at this suggestion in her soliloquy- to anyone watching, she must've looked crazy, but considering it was only august, she felt somewhat disgusted with her subconscious to want to hold onto him another couple months. It starts now.

As cheesy, theme-song inspirational tunes came on in her head (think "eye of the tiger"), Usui walked in. Staying sat at her desk, she looked up. "What do you want now?" Usui smirked, "now Pres, is that really the way to treat this nice guy who came especially to help with the paperwork?" He lifted his eyebrows.

Misaki would never normally have agreed anyway, but now that she had made her resolution, she was twice as determined. "I DON'T NEED ANY OUTER-SPACE ALIEN HELP!!" Usui looked somewhat politely puzzled. "Em… you ok Pres? Are you tired?" Damn this patronising guy… I didn't need him before, I don't need him now. "I'm fine" she said through gritted teeth, "now get OUT. Anyway, I'm already done." It was true that she had been moving at demon speed, attacking her daily tasks with severity which she hadn't had in a while. "I'm going to work. See you later." She left the room, self-congratulating herself, until she heard Usui following her as she went to the train station.