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 Transfer Student Is a Childhood Friend!? A Merciless Love Triangle Over the Student Council President
Morning at Hoshigaoka High. As always, a crowd had gathered in front of the main gate.
"Kyaaaa! Yukimura-kun is so cute today too!"
"That smile should be illegal... it's bad for my heart."
Ayuzawa Misaki watched the scene from a distance, her temple twitching. Her black semi-long hair was tied back in a single bundle, her uniform worn perfectly, and the air around her crackled with the usual tension.
(Haa... again today, huh.)
Yesterday she'd desperately tried to stop him, and yet here was Yukimura Shouichirou again, perfectly dressed in a frilled apron dress, bowing at the school gate with "Welcome home, Master, Miss." Soft chestnut hair with a white headband. A big ribbon swaying at his back. At this point, anyone who saw him would call him "Hoshigaoka High's new idol."
"Hold it right there, Yukimura! You came in that outfit again today?!"
Misaki pushed through the crowd and planted herself in front of him. Her deep brown eyes narrowed sharply with anger.
The moment Yukimura saw her face, his expression lit up.
"Ah, President! Good morning! Today I'll serve you with all my heart again!"
"You don't need to serve me! And why do you look so happy about it?! You ran away crying yesterday!"
"Yes! But after a night's sleep, somehow this outfit started to feel like my calling... I'll do my best as your maid, President!"
Yukimura declared it with a dreamy smile. His eyes were no longer sane. He was completely under the sway of Kanou Soutarou's hypnotic suggestion.
Misaki heaved a deep sigh.
(That Kanou guy... he really did something unforgivable.)
She remembered cornering Kanou in the student council room after school yesterday. But he'd stubbornly refused to reveal how to break the spell.
—That was when it happened.
From beyond the main gate came a voice she didn't recognize, yet somehow nostalgic.
"Misaki-chaaaan!!!"
The voice cut through the noisy morning gate like a clap of thunder.
Misaki's body jolted.
(Misaki... chan?)
She slowly turned her face toward the voice.
There stood a boy.
He was maybe a head taller than Misaki—around five foot ten. Sun-tanned skin, big round eyes. A boy with the honest, wholesome air of someone raised in the countryside.
He came sprinting toward Misaki at full speed, beaming.
"Misaki-chan! I missed you so much! I really, really missed you!"
—Misaki-chan.
That way of calling her. That smile. That slightly accented way of speaking.
From deep in Misaki's memory, a distant recollection came flooding out all at once.
(You...?)
Shintani Hinata. A boy from her childhood, a neighbor who'd lived nearby when she was small. He'd always trailed after her like a puppy.
—Back then, he'd been chubbier, she was sure of it.
But the boy standing before her now was slim, and though traces of the old him remained, he'd grown handsome enough to seem like a different person.
Hinata stopped right in front of her and spread both arms wide.
"Misaki-chan! Can I hug you?!"
"W-wait! Stop! What are you doing?!"
Misaki thrust out both hands in a panic and shoved hard against his chest.
But Hinata didn't budge an inch.
"Ahaha! Misaki-chan, you haven't changed at all! You look well—that's a relief!"
Hinata said it with an innocent grin.
Around them, the other students watched with murmurs.
"Who's that guy? He's trying to hug the President?"
"And he called her 'Misaki-chan'... Who is he?"
"Childhood friend?! Could he be the President's childhood friend?! Kyaa! What is this, I'm so curious!"
Feeling the curious stares around her, Misaki kept pushing Hinata back and spoke in a low voice.
"...Why are you here? You moved away, didn't you?"
Hinata smiled brightly and gently took her hand.
"To see you, of course! I transferred here! Starting today, I'm a student at Hoshigaoka High!"
"Transferred...?!"
"Yep! When I heard you were student council president, I couldn't sit still! I came here to protect you, Misaki-chan!"
Still holding her hand, Hinata declared it with conviction.
—To protect Misaki-chan.
Those were words the young Hinata had said to her countless times long ago.
Something in Misaki's chest gave a small, sharp ache.
(...Protect me. As if that matters now.)
She tried to pull her hand free.
—That was when it happened.
"Huh. Childhood friend, is it."
A familiar low, slightly mocking voice came from just behind her.
Misaki flinched and turned around.
There stood Usui Takumi, as if he'd been there all along.
Six foot one and lean. His gold-green eyes, caught in the morning sun, narrowed like a cat's. As usual, his uniform was a little loose, his hands shoved in his pockets.
Takumi slowly looked back and forth between Misaki and Hinata.
"Trying to hug the President, are we? You've got some nerve."
Hinata stared up at Takumi's face.
His round eyes narrowed.
"...Who are you?"
The innocent brightness from a moment ago vanished from Hinata's voice.
A thin smile rose to Takumi's lips.
"I'm Usui Takumi. ...The one who knows the President's secret."
—Secret.
At that word, Misaki's heart gave a violent leap.
"H-hey, Usui! What are you saying—!"
Misaki lunged to cover his mouth, but Takumi nimbly dodged.
Hinata furrowed his brow at Takumi's words.
"...A secret? What do you know about Misaki-chan?"
"Who knows. ...But I can't tell you."
Takumi deflected the question with an easy evasiveness.
Their gazes clashed in midair, sparks flying.
Caught between the two of them, Misaki felt a sharp pain begin to twist in her stomach.
(W-what is this atmosphere...? And why is this even happening...)
Breaking into a cold sweat, she looked back and forth between their faces.
Hinata was glaring at Takumi with open hostility.
Takumi regarded him with cool, appraising eyes, like he was sizing up prey.
"I'm the one who's going to protect Misaki-chan! I'll never hand her over to some shady guy like you!"
Hinata planted himself in front of Misaki and shouted at Takumi.
Takumi let the words wash over him quietly.
Then he fixed his gaze on Misaki's face.
"...President. You've got it rough, huh."
That was all he said before he gave a soft laugh and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Well, do your best. ...Babysitting the childhood friend."
With that parting shot, Takumi gave a casual wave and walked off toward the school building.
Misaki stared blankly after him.
(Babysitting...? What are you to me, anyway?)
The shoulder he'd touched felt faintly warm.
—But there was no time to dwell on it.
"Misaki-chan! Who was that guy?! What's your relationship with him?!"
Hinata clung to her arm, firing questions rapid-fire.
"L-let go! And what are you making a fuss about on your first day?! What about your classroom?!"
"But I was just so happy to see you... The classroom can wait, can't it?"
Hinata's face fell as he released her arm.
Misaki heaved a deep sigh.
(Haa... Anyway, I need to deal with this situation somehow.)
She straightened her back as if to shake off the curious stares around them.
"...Your classroom is Class 2-1. I'll take you there now. So don't do anything unnecessary."
"Really?! You'll walk me to my classroom, Misaki-chan?! Yay!"
Hinata's face lit up and he hopped in place.
Misaki grabbed his arm and pulled.
"Come on, let's go. ...And while we're at school, don't call me 'Misaki-chan.' Call me 'President.'"
"Ehh! Why?! Misaki-chan is Misaki-chan!"
"Just call me President! That's an order!"
Dragging Hinata by the arm, Misaki started walking toward the school building.
Behind them, the other students watched with rapt interest.
"To think the President had a childhood friend... And such a handsome one, too."
"But he and Usui-kun were totally sparking at each other, weren't they? ...That's definitely a love triangle over the President."
"Kyaa! What is that, I'm so curious! Which one is the real one?!"
Misaki's temple twitched at the girls' chatter behind her.
(A love triangle...? Don't be ridiculous. I don't have time for romance.)
She pulled harder on Hinata's arm.
—Lunch break.
Misaki was alone in the student council room, wrestling with paperwork.
(Ugh, I can't concentrate at all...)
The faces of Hinata and Takumi from earlier kept surfacing and fading in her mind.
(Hinata transferring here. And saying it's to protect me...)
She set down her pen and let out a deep sigh.
(And Usui, too. Always saying these suggestive things.)
Takumi's words—"the one who knows the President's secret"—echoed over and over in her ears.
(If Hinata found out about my part-time job...)
Misaki shuddered and shook her head.
(No. He absolutely must never find out. Hinata has always lost all sense of reason when it comes to me.)
She remembered Hinata as a child.
—When a neighborhood boy threw berries at her.
Hinata had flown at him, crying.
—When a dog barked at her and she froze in fear.
Hinata, trembling himself, had stood in front of her and tried to drive the dog off.
(...He's always been like that.)
A small smile crept onto Misaki's lips without her meaning it.
(Stupid, straightforward, and reckless whenever it came to me...)
—Just then, the student council room door flew open.
"President! We have trouble!"
It was Yukimura, still in his maid outfit, bursting through the door.
"W-what is it, Yukimura?! What happened?!"
Misaki shot to her feet in surprise.
Panting, Yukimura thrust a piece of paper toward her.
"Th-this...! Someone's been putting these flyers up all over school!"
Misaki took the paper.
In large letters, it read:
"Hoshigaoka High's New Idol — Yukimura Shouichirou — Maid Café Poster Girl Inauguration Commemorative Photobook — On Sale Now!"
For a moment, Misaki couldn't process what she was reading.
"...Huh?"
"I didn't know anything about it! Someone made these without asking...! And my photos are being sold all over the school!"
"W-what?! Who would do such a thing...!"
Clutching the flyer, Misaki bolted from the student council room.
She ran down the hallway.
And there, all over, she spotted male students furtively buying and selling small photographs.
"Hey, do you still have those photos of Yukimura in the maid outfit from before?"
"Yeah, I've got 'em. Today's shipment includes a smiling version too. Five hundred yen a piece."
"Seriously?! I'll buy, I'll buy!"
Misaki saw red.
"Hold it right theeeere! What are you all selling?!"
Her roar echoed down the corridor.
The boys flinched and looked her way.
"Oh crap, it's the demon President!"
"Run!"
The boys scattered like startled spiders.
Misaki grabbed one of the slower ones by the collar.
"Where did you get these photos?! Who's behind this?!"
"H-hiii! I don't know! There's just a rumor going around that someone's selling them somewhere in school...!"
Misaki slammed him against the wall.
"Don't give me that! Yukimura isn't your toy! Taking photos without permission and selling them—I will never allow it!"
She shoved the boy away and took off running again, this time to track down the source of the flyers.
—Someone was watching her from the shadows of the school building.
Kanou Soutarou.
As always, his hood was pulled low and a mask covered the lower half of his face.
From a distance, he watched Misaki chase down the boys, his expression complicated.
(...The President is trying to protect Yukimura.)
A murky, dark emotion churned deep in Kanou's chest.
(Yukimura became like that because of my spell. ...And yet I've done nothing.)
He clenched his fist tight.
(I want to protect Yukimura. ...But at the same time, I want to destroy that smile.)
Kanou was bewildered by the two opposing feelings inside him.
(Why do I feel this way? ...Yukimura was supposed to be just a practice subject.)
Beneath his hood, his brow twisted in pain.
—That was when it happened.
"...Kanou-kun?"
A voice came from behind him.
Kanou flinched and spun around.
There stood Yukimura in his maid outfit, looking worried.
"...Yukimura."
"What's wrong? What are you do
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