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 maid-outfit idol and the easygoing man
Morning at Hoshigaoka High School, in front of the main gate.
Ayuzawa Misaki walked toward the school gates with heavy steps, replaying yesterday's after-school nightmare over and over in her head.
(That hypnosis of Kanou Soutarou's... that was no mere practice session.)
Her black, semi-long hair was tied back in a single bundle, and her uniform was immaculately worn. The sharp profile of the usual demon president had returned to her face. But inside her chest, a restless unease had been churning since last night. Yukimura Shouichirou's melting smile and the words "I'll wear the maid outfit" simply would not leave her head.
(Of all people, why Yukimura? Can't that Kanou guy even control his own technique?)
She narrowed her deep brown eyes and glared at the crowd swarming before the school gate.
—Something was wrong.
Normally, at this hour, it was just a handful of boys loitering around. But this morning, an unnatural crowd had gathered in front of the main gate. Shrill squeals were shaking the morning air.
Kyaaaaa! What is that?! It's super cute!
Wait, is that... could that be the vice president...?
No way! That's impossible! Yukimura-kun?!
Misaki's feet stopped dead.
(Don't tell me—)
She pushed her way through the wall of people and stepped forward. And the moment she laid eyes on the scene, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Right in front of the school gate.
Standing there was a single "maid," perfectly dressed in a frilled apron dress.
Soft chestnut hair shimmered in the morning sun. A white headband sat perched atop it. A large ribbon swayed at her back. Slender legs stretched from beneath the skirt, clad in white over-the-knee socks. And above all, that baby-faced pretty boy wore a dreamy, enraptured smile.
Yukimura Shouichirou. Vice president of the Hoshigaoka High student council.
He was, at this very moment, completely and utterly a "maid."
Good morning, Master, Miss. Welcome back to Hoshigaoka High School today as well.
Yukimura bowed reverently. The gesture was far too practiced. The angle of his waist, the fingertips lightly pinching the hem of his skirt, the upward glance—every bit of it belonged to a veteran maid working at a real maid café.
Kyaaaaa! He's just like a real maid!
Yukimura-kun, you suit it way too well! You're cuter than me, and I'm a girl!
The girls' squeals grew even louder. Some were raising their smartphones. Shutter sounds began echoing from all directions.
The boys, meanwhile, had their own bizarre reaction.
Hey, is that... seriously Yukimura?
Oh man... somehow, he looks crazy cute...
Are you insane? He's a guy.
No, I know. I know, but... it's like I can't look away...
The boys' eyes were glued to Yukimura. In their gazes was a mixture of confusion and something feverish.
Misaki felt her temple twitch.
Hold on a second! Yukimura, what the hell are you doing?!
Misaki's roar echoed across the school gate. The crowd parted in an instant. She marched straight up to Yukimura.
The moment Yukimura saw Misaki's face, his expression lit up.
Ah, President! Good morning! Look, look at this maid outfit! I found it at a cosplay shop in the shopping district yesterday! It was love at first sight, so I bought it!
"I bought it," my foot! Why are you wearing a maid outfit and greeting people at the school gate?! Are you in your right mind?!
Misaki grabbed Yukimura by the shoulders. Yukimura tilted his head with a blank look.
Of course I am? Because I'm a maid. Serving the President is my mission.
Your... mission?
Yes! I brew tea for the President, I clean, I take care of you. That's my reason for living! Now, President, please—let me escort you to the school building!
Yukimura gently entwined his arm with Misaki's. The gesture was so natural, so utterly "maid."
Misaki felt goosebumps rise all over her body.
W-wait! Let go! Why are you acting like this?! You weren't like this until yesterday!
Yukimura's brows drooped sadly.
President... did I do something wrong? I just wanted to make you happy...
Gazed at with those moist eyes, Misaki couldn't help but falter.
No, wrong doesn't even begin to—you're a guy, aren't you?! Why a maid outfit...
Huh... a guy...?
Yukimura stared hard at his own hands. Then he touched his own chest, pinched the hem of his skirt, and slowly raised his face.
Tears began to spill from his eyes, drop by drop.
...I'm a guy, though...! Why, why am I wearing a maid outfit?!
The moment he screamed, Yukimura bolted toward the school building like a startled rabbit, his frilled skirt fluttering.
Ah, hey, Yukimura! Wait!
Misaki's voice was in vain—Yukimura vanished in an instant.
What remained was the uproarious school gate, a flood of shutter sounds, and—
Did you get that on camera just now?!
Perfectly! That's definitely going viral! A new idol is born at Hoshigaoka!
Hey, send me that photo too!
The girls chattered excitedly, smartphones in hand.
Misaki pressed her temple and heaved a deep sigh.
(This is the worst... Yukimura's cross-dressing is going to spread through the whole school. And from the look of it, the hypnotic suggestion hasn't worn off yet. Kanou Soutarou... that bastard really did a number.)
She arched her brows sharply and started walking toward the school building.
—First, I find that hooded bastard.
Misaki raced through the school.
By the time she reached the classroom, photos of Yukimura in drag had already spread across the school's social media. "Hoshigaoka's New Idol," "The Maid Vice President," "The Boy Too Cute to Handle"—such words flew across the screens.
(Ahhhhhh... it's already too late...)
Desperately suppressing the urge to clutch her head, Misaki headed to the first floor where the first-year classrooms were.
Kanou Soutarou was, as always, sitting in the corner of the classroom with his hood pulled low, reading a book. His bearing was utterly cut off from the surrounding clamor, as if he had shut himself away in his own world.
Misaki called his name from the classroom doorway.
Kanou Soutarou. Come here a moment.
Kanou raised his face. From beneath the hood, a sharp gaze behind glasses pierced through Misaki.
...President. What do you want?
A blunt voice. Suppressing her anger, Misaki spoke in a low tone.
"What do you want," nothing. Do you understand what you've done? Because of your hypnosis, Yukimura came to school wearing a maid outfit.
Kanou's fingers stopped turning the page.
...What?
Don't "what" me! The hypnosis you cast in the student council room yesterday! It hasn't worn off, and Yukimura's convinced he's a maid! Take responsibility!
Misaki slammed her hand on Kanou's desk. The bang echoed through the quiet classroom.
Kanou stared at Misaki in silence for a while. Then, beneath the hood, he clicked his tongue softly.
...Not my problem.
Hah?! "Not my problem"?! You cast it! You used your hypnosis right there!
The one I cast it on was you. President. It was a suggestion to bring you down. ...Why that technique hit the vice president instead, even I don't know.
Kanou turned his face away. His profile was hard to see in the shadow of the hood. But in his voice was a faint trace of something like bewilderment.
Misaki grew even angrier at his attitude.
You can't even control your own technique, and you still talk like that! Anyway, lift the suggestion on Yukimura right now! He's on the verge of forgetting he's even a guy!
Kanou fell silent.
Misaki pressed on, as if to corner him further.
Yukimura thinks of you as a friend. You hate women and you're bad with people, but even so, he treats you normally. ...And you're going to make a laughingstock of him for your own convenience?
At those words, Kanou's shoulders twitched.
Beneath the hood, he bit his lip.
...What would you know.
Fine, I don't know! Your hatred of women, the reason behind it—I don't understand any of it! But the fact is, Yukimura is suffering! He just ran off in tears! Doesn't that bother you at all?!
Misaki's words rang through the classroom.
Kanou was at a loss for words for a moment. Then, beneath the hood, he averted his gaze.
...I'm not telling you how to break the technique.
What?!
If you fall from power, that's enough. What happens to that vice president is none of my concern.
With that, Kanou closed his book and stood.
I'm going to drive you out of this school. For that, I use... hypnosis. That's all.
He turned his back on Misaki and started to leave the classroom.
Wait, Kanou Soutarou!
Even at Misaki's call, Kanou didn't look back.
His back disappeared down the hallway.
Misaki clenched her fists.
(Damn... does he really have no intention of lifting the technique?)
Her chest felt like it would burst with anger and frustration.
—That was when it happened.
Hey there, President. Quite the lively morning, isn't it?
A familiar, carefree voice.
Misaki turned around to find a tall male student standing there, his light brown hair casually swept. His strange gold-green eyes watched her with amusement. A small piercing glinted in his left ear.
Usui Takumi.
One of the few people who knew Misaki's secret—her part-time job at Maid Latte.
...Usui. Why are you here?
Misaki glared at Takumi, her guard clearly up.
Takumi shrugged and showed Misaki his smartphone screen. On it were several photos of Yukimura in drag.
This is already the talk of the whole school. "Hoshigaoka's New Idol, the Maid Vice President." President, things have gotten interesting.
"Interesting," nothing! Is this really the time to be enjoying the situation?!
But it is interesting. That serious vice president coming to school in a frilly maid outfit? It'd be impossible not to laugh.
Takumi laughed and zoomed in on Yukimura's photo.
Misaki tried to snatch the smartphone from him.
Give it here! Delete those photos!
No way. I'm making them my treasure.
Don't make them your treasure! Are you a pervert?!
When Misaki lunged, Takumi nimbly dodged. His movement was elegant, like a dance, with not a single wasted motion.
Ahaha, President, you're full of energy this morning.
It's because of you that I'm extra exhausted! Just hand over those photos already—
Just as Misaki started to speak, Takumi's expression suddenly turned serious.
He slipped his smartphone into his pocket and looked steadily at Misaki's face.
...Hey, President.
What.
Takumi took a step closer to Misaki.
Misaki instinctively stepped back.
Takumi's gold-green eyes glinted in the morning sun.
I think you'd look good in a maid outfit too.
At those words, Misaki's face turned bright red in an instant.
Wha—?!
Misaki was speechless. She looked at Takumi's face, then at her own uniform, then at Takumi's face again.
(Th-this guy... what did he just say?! Me, in a maid outfit...?! That means, in other words, that I work at Maid Latte...)
Misaki's heart pounded like a drum.
Seeing her reaction, Takumi smiled in satisfaction.
Just kidding. Don't panic so much. ...But I really do think it'd suit you. Your black hair and white frills would definitely go well together.
Wh-who would wear that?! There's no way I'd dress like that! Where are you looking, you stalker?!
Misaki shoved Takumi's chest with all her might.
Takumi didn't even stumble—he just laughed, looking amused.
Ahaha, "stalker" is harsh. I'm just observing the President closely.
That's exactly what a stalker does! You pervert! Don't get cocky just because you know my secret!
Misaki pressed in on Takumi, driven by anger.
But Takumi deflected that anger like a cool breeze.
Then, suddenly, his face turned serious.
...Hey, President. This hypnosis—it's dangerous to leave it alone.
The tone of his voice was clearly different from the lighthearted one from before.
Misaki looked at Takumi's face.
His gold-green eyes were utterly serious. The usual carefree air was nowhere to be found.
...What?
Tha
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