A bunch of hot air and cold breath

[justlikesmaids]

[No one is a fan of sweltering humid heat. Even those who adore the warm air find it sticky and breath taking in the worst ways possible. Usui is not different, no superhuman or alien ability to beat the heat naturally. It's by misfortune the school's air conditioning stops working two days prior and no advancement has been made to fix it. The classroom's windows are cracked open, blinds pulled to filter the light and allow the stagnate air in. 

Nature doesn't have the decency to grant wind today making it more miserable. He's forward thinking though, preparing things to beat back the heat since he knows full and well Misaki isn't going to cut the day short due to heat. There's paperwork to do and an assortment of Presidential duties she's too duty bound herself to let go for the better of her health. That's actually the reason he's there today, a lack of pestering and teasing uncharacteristic of him despite the numerous chances to do something so.

It's later, but not so late the school is empty. People are roaming the halls and after class activities are booming in face of the swelter. Usui has undone the top three buttons of his shirt, sleeves rolled higher, and look of misery over his face. Chewing on ice has been his only shelter from the heat and his teeth are growing tired from the chewing.

He watches her work and thinks to ask if he should help, but pride is a funny thing. Instead he drags himself closer setting a larger metal bowl of sorts filled tot he brim with ice and water bottles. It's stayed cool this entire time thankfully and access to ice is easy when it's almost across the hall. He tilts his head from his close proximity, tilts it the other way, and finally pops another piece of ice in his mouth before walking behind her.

She's too engrossed in her Presidential duties and he's needy, bored, and worried. Worried quite a bit the heat is getting to her. So ice crushed and breath cold, he parts her hair to one side to blow on her ear a cold air to snap her out of it and to prevent further boredom. At least she'll pay attention to him and maybe even play with him,  that is if his persistence is stronger than her will to work.]

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[presidentialism]

[ Misaki thinks as well that the heat is getting to her. Her eyes are beginning to glaze over the fifth proposal she needed to approve and there's a fleeting thought in her mind about wanting to be an ordinary student and abandon this all. It's no surprise, really; who wants to stay in an aircon-less school at the height of summer to do a job that doesn't pay (and others jobs that are not even hers to begin with)?

Apparently her, when she took up the mantle of student council president. And the rest who has club activities but she can bet that's more enjoyable than a stack of paperwork. Not that she'd hand over her resignation over a simple problem with the air conditioning, but even she has to admit that that day isn't conducive for getting any work done. The heat is uncomfortable enough for her to remove her ribbon and undo another button, roll her sleeves and push her socks lower. Her only regret is being unable to pull her hair up, black strands sticking to the back of her neck. Her image as the president is at stake but she has a feeling most of her constituents care more about getting away from their make-shift oven than giving her a red card about improper uniform. So she keeps working, knowing that the quicker she finishes her duties, the sooner she can go to the cafe. Which is air conditioned.

And she keeps ignoring Usui who has been fidgeting since time immemorial. Or tries, at least. It's not an unusual scene, to see him hanging out in the office after school. It's also not an unusual incident, him distracting her one way or the other. But with the dizzying heat and the feeling of hardly progressing with her duties, his method of distraction for the day is a million times more annoying. The only respite she gets is from a spot of cool air that bowl of ice is providing her. And it's not enough to douse out her exasperation.

She sets down the report, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to look annoyed and wake herself up. ]

Usui, sit down. You're giving me a headache moving ar — [ The brush of her hair followed by the shock of cold air on her ear nearly sends her off of her chair. But all she manages is an ungainly yelp, a pair of offended knees for jumping and hitting the desk and the high-pitched sound of a chair being violently pushed around against linoleum. She also manages a flushed face and a hand held to her ear but she blames the heat for that.

While admittedly it's more effective at waking her up, it's also effective at getting her blood pressure up. At least his plan worked. ]

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