Ayuzawa Misaki—Seika High's fearsome "Demon President"—has a secret no one can ever know: she works part-time at a maid café to support her family. But when she stumbles upon a first-year student practicing hypnosis in the student council room, her carefully guarded double life begins to unravel.
Rumors of photos showing the president in a maid uniform spread through the school like wildfire. As Misaki scrambles to contain the damage, she discovers the hypnosis was no mere "practice"—and the on
Maid-Sama! If: The Hypnosis of an Unrequited Love - The Demon President and the Secret of the Maid Uniform
"Hold it right there—what do you think you're doing?"
Morning at Seika High, just outside the main gate. Ayuzawa Misaki's sharp voice cut through the noisy cluster of male students. She stood five foot five, her black hair tied back in a single semilong tail, her uniform immaculate. Her deep brown eyes narrowed with fury as she strode toward the scene.
Two boys, the unmistakable sports-team type, had blocked the path of a petite first-year girl from the flower-arranging club. One grinned lecherously; the other made a point of speaking loudly.
"Hey now, Seika used to be a boys' school, you know? Girls shouldn't walk around acting like they own the place."
The girl had gone pale, able to do nothing but shrink back. The moment Misaki saw it, her feet moved on their own. She stepped between them without hesitation.
"Show me where in the school rules that's written. Go on—explain right now why girls should be kept from getting to class."
One of the boys took a step back at the sight of her face. The other still blustered, glaring at her.
"Shut up, Miss President. Always so damn uptight—"
He never finished. Misaki moved. She was left-handed. That left hand shot out and seized the wrist he'd thrust forward. Her aikido flowed smooth and economical, breaking his balance in an instant. Thud—a dull sound as Male Student B landed flat on his back.
"I became student council president to change this school. The rotten old habits of the boys' school, the attitude that looks down on girls—I'll correct all of it myself."
Male Student B, sprawled on the ground, couldn't make a sound through the pain and shock. Male Student A had lost all will to fight; he hauled his fallen comrade up and bolted for the school building like a startled rabbit.
Other girls who'd heard the commotion gathered at a distance, turning looks of respect toward Misaki.
"The president's so cool again today...!"
"Honestly, they call her the Demon President, but that's just because the boys are scared of her. She's our hero."
Meanwhile, from the windows of the school building, the boys watching let out quiet clicks of the tongue.
"Tch, the Demon President again. She's a girl—she goes way too far."
Whether or not Misaki heard, she picked up a mechanical pencil that Male Student B seemed to have dropped, and without turning back to the girl, said:
"Are you all right? From now on, if anything happens, tell me or the student council right away. Don't keep it to yourself."
The girl nodded again and again, eyes brimming. Misaki watched her for a moment, then started toward the building.
Seika High was a private school that had only gone coed five years ago. It had about four hundred eighty students—of whom barely a hundred were girls. With boys making up eighty percent, the rules and the atmosphere still carried strong traces of the old boys' school. There were three times as many men's restrooms as women's. The sports-team culture ran deep, and the girls always felt like they were shrinking into themselves.
At a school like this, Ayuzawa Misaki fought every day as its first female student council president.
Call her the Demon President, let the boys fear her—her resolve never wavered.
(I'm going to change this school. Into one where girls can feel safe.)
In her heart, Misaki swore it fiercely.
—But she had a secret no one could ever know.
After school. Misaki hurried toward Seikadai Station, a fifteen-minute walk from school. Past the shopping street in front of the station, three minutes further south, lay her destination: a small shop with a warm, wood-grained facade. The maid café "Maid Latte."
At this shop, Misaki worked in a maid uniform, under the name "Misaki."
She slipped in through the back entrance and changed quickly in the dressing room. A classic maid dress trimmed with frills—a black-based one-piece with a pure-white apron. The girl in the mirror was a completely different person from the school's "Demon President."
(Sigh... Guess I just have to do my best again today.)
With a small sigh, Misaki stepped out into the front.
"Oh, Misaki-chan, welcome! You're adorable again today~!"
The manager, Hyoudou Satsuki, greeted her while scattering flowers of moe. Misaki returned a polite smile.
"Thank you for your hard work, Manager. I'll be in your care again today."
"Ufufu, can't you do something about that stiff greeting? Well, I suppose that's part of your charm, Misaki-chan. Come now, the regulars are waiting for you again today."
The reason Misaki worked here: to help with the household finances. Ever since her father vanished years ago leaving behind debts, her mother had worked herself to the bone. There was her little sister Sana, too. She wanted to ease the burden, even a little. That was why she'd taken this job.
But Seika High's rules forbade part-time work. If the school ever found out, the worst case meant suspension. Forget the student council presidency—she might not be able to stay at the school at all.
(I absolutely cannot let anyone find out.)
Misaki tightened the ribbon of her apron.
"Welcome home, Master!"
She took the order from the male customer at the counter seat with the brightest smile she could muster. But that smile was somehow strained.
"Will the cake set be all right for your order?"
She repeated the order and headed for the kitchen. But perhaps from nerves, her feet tangled.
"Kyaa!?"
She took a spectacular fall, and the tray went flying. With a loud crash, a glass shattered on the floor. The air in the shop froze for an instant.
"I-I'm so sorry! Are you all right!?"
Misaki scrambled up and bowed to the customer. The manager, Satsuki, came rushing over.
"Misaki-chan, are you okay!? Are you hurt!? Oh, forget the glass—the customer—"
Fortunately, the customer wasn't hurt. Cleaning up the broken glass, Misaki heaved a deep sigh.
(I'm such a klutz... I can move like that as president, so why do I mess up so badly the moment I put on a maid uniform?)
Clumsy as she was, she worked with all her might. And one man watched her from the corner of the counter. Usui Takumi. One of the few people who knew Misaki's secret. He said nothing—just observed her with obvious amusement.
When her shift ended, Misaki left through the back entrance. It was already fully dark outside. The lights of the Seikadai Station shopping street fell across her tired body.
(If the school ever found out...)
That anxiety grew day by day. Especially after that man—Usui Takumi—had learned her secret. He seemed to find it entertaining, and so far he'd shown no sign of telling anyone. But there was no telling when he might change his mind.
(That guy is the one I really can't let my guard down around.)
Alone on the quiet night streets of Seikadai, Misaki hurried home.
The next day after school. Misaki had come back to the student council room on the third floor of Building 2 to retrieve something she'd forgotten. The room, with its heavy furnishings left over from the old boys' school days, was heavily soundproofed. She pulled the necessary documents from her desk drawer.
That was when it happened.
"...You are very sleepy. Your eyelids are growing heavy..."
A low, flat voice came from the back of the room. Misaki froze.
(Someone's here?)
Moving without a sound, she approached the voice. Behind the reception set. There stood a tall male student, hood pulled low over his eyes. Kanou Soutarou. A first-year. Grayish-black hair and glasses. And across from him, the vice president, Yukimura Shouichirou, sat on the sofa.
Yukimura's eyes were vacant. Unfocused—like a doll's.
"...You will forget everything, and fall into a deep sleep..."
Kanou wove the words like a whisper into Yukimura's ear. Yukimura's body slowly tilted.
(Hypnosis...?)
Misaki felt a cold chill run down her spine.
"What are you doing!"
Misaki's sharp voice rang through the quiet room. Kanou's shoulders jumped. He glanced at her for a single instant, then muttered something from beneath his hood.
"...Just practice."
That was all he said before fleeing the council room as if to escape.
"...Huh? Wait—President? Why are you here...? Huh, what was I doing?"
Yukimura looked up at Misaki with a blank expression. Seeing it only deepened her unease.
"Yukimura, that guy—Kanou Soutarou—did he do something to you? You don't remember?"
"Kanou-kun? Um... I don't think he did anything to me... Huh, but why am I here...?"
Yukimura truly seemed to remember nothing. Misaki took Kanou's unsettling behavior gravely.
And then the next morning.
An ominous rumor began to spread through the school.
"Hey, did you hear? They're saying photos of the president in a maid outfit are going to get passed around."
"Seriously!? The Demon President!? I kinda want to see it, and kinda don't..."
The instant she heard the rumor, Misaki felt the blood drain from her body.
(Maid outfit...!? No—did my secret leak...?)
Her heart pounded. Her hands trembled. If those photos spread through the whole school, everything was over. The presidency, her school life—all of it.
(Calm down. It's only a rumor so far. But if...)
Unable to stand it any longer, she headed for the student council room after school.
And there, just as she'd expected, Kanou Soutarou was waiting.
As always, his hood was pulled low and a mask covered the lower half of his face. He was tall—six feet, perhaps. His slender shadow stretched across the floor in the setting sun.
"...So you came, President."
"Kanou Soutarou... You started that rumor, didn't you!? Where did you learn my secret!"
Unable to contain her anger, Misaki pressed in on him. But beneath the hood, Kanou smiled faintly.
"Secret...? Ah, you mean that you work at a maid café? I know. But that rumor was just a bluff to shake you up."
"W-what...?"
"I'm going to bring you down. Drive the women out of this school. For that, I'll use my hypnosis."
Kanou pulled off his mask and fixed the eyes behind his glasses straight on Misaki. His gaze was almost pathologically serious.
"You're a girl, and you've been doing whatever you please at this school. So I'm going to set it right."
He took a step toward her.
"...Now then, President. Starting now, you will become very, very sleepy..."
Kanou's voice seemed to echo directly inside her head. Misaki tried to resist. But her body wouldn't move.
"You will forget who you even are... And then you will do exactly as I say..."
(N-no... Don't give in...!)
Misaki fought desperately to hold on to consciousness. Just then, the council room door swung open with a clatter.
"Huh? President, you're still here? Oh, Kanou-kun too...? What are you doing?"
Yukimura came into the room with an innocent face. Kanou's hypnosis broke for an instant.
"...An interruption, is it? But it's too late. You're already under my suggestion—"
Kanou tried to cast his hypnosis on Misaki again. But in that moment, something unexpected happened.
Yukimura's body gave a sudden shudder.
"...Huh? Wait—my body feels kind of hot...?"
Yukimura looked down at himself, puzzled. Then the baby-faced boy's expression melted, softening into something dreamy.
"...I'm going to wear a maid outfit...! A cute maid outfit, and I'll serve the president...!"
With a rapturous smile, Yukimura made his declaration.
For a moment, no one understood what had just happened.
Misaki was speechless. So was Kanou. He stared at his own hand, then at Yukimura's melted expression.
Beneath the hood, Kanou's face turned redder and redder.
"...W-why you..."
That was all he managed before—this time for real—he fled the council room like a startled rabbit.
What remained was a stunned Misaki, and Yukimura, smiling happily and murmuring, "A maid outfit... I wonder where you buy one..."
"Hold on just a miiiiinute! Kanou Soutarouuuu! Don't you even know what your own technique does!?"
Misaki's scream echoed through the halls of Seika High.
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