His coat was warm and soft, and hung to a comfortable length on her leg. The sleeves were too long, but Misaki didn't roll them up. It felt good to be sheltered, if only for a moment in Usui's scent.

He walked ahead of her a ways, leading the way to the train station, where he would undoubtedly insist that she either keep the jacket, or allow him to see her home. Just this once, she was considering allowing it; she did owe him for saving her after all.

The strangely cozy silence was abruptly destroyed when Usui looked back over his shoulder, and Misaki inadvertently blushed in response, feeling suddenly naked despite the many layers she was wearing. "W-what?" she stammered, demanding that he speak or look forward and keep walking. The girl's hands instinctively moved to hold the front of the jacket closed, and she poised to run should he advance.

"I was just thinking, Prez," Usui began, shoving one hand into his pocket and thumbing his chin thoughtfully with the other. "You said they spilled tea on you? And that's how they got you to shower, right?"

"Yes," Misaki responded cautiously, unsure as to where his questions were going.

"And then he stole your uniform while you were in the shower, correct?"

The girl blushed with rage and embarrassment at the memory and wished the blond-haired demon would cease his interrogation. "Yes, that's right. Was something unclear the first time I told you?"

"Yes, actually," Usui replied, eyes scanning the sky like the heavens would have his answer. "One thing struck me as odd. He took your clothes and gave you that uniform," he nodded in her direction, indicating the inappropriately short, lacy maid costume she was hiding beneath the flak. "But there's one thing I'm still unclear on."

He suddenly turned to look at her, staring her down with what started as a very serious look. Misaki was immediately nervous, but she was beginning to see the direction he was taking. Silently she urged him not to ask, but given his penchant for teasing her, she wasn't surprised that he didn't heed her wishes. His eyes still held that hardness, but his face softened into a familiar mischievous expression.

"Misa-chan, are you wearing panties right now?"

Her face erupted into a dozen shades of crimson. She didn't have anything to throw, so she made do with slapping him with the empty fabric of his own sleeve.

"Pervert!"