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 - Storm of Hypnosis, the President's Fall—A Crybaby Soaked in Rain
Wednesday morning, the sky over Seika High was heavy with clouds—a grim, oppressive gray, as if the heavens themselves sensed what was coming.
The moment Ayuzawa Misaki stepped through the main gate, she knew something was wrong.
(What the hell is this atmosphere...?)
What drifted from the school building wasn't the usual clamor. It was giggling, bewildered little shrieks, and voices so cloyingly sweet they seemed to make the air itself tremble.
"Welcome home, Master. I look forward to serving you again today."
Misaki stopped dead in her tracks.
The scene before her was beyond belief.
A girl walking down the hallway was pinching the hem of her skirt as though it were a maid's apron, spinning in a slow circle—embarrassed, but clearly delighted.
"Starting today, I'm a maid! I'm going to serve the Student Council President!"
Another girl leaned against the wall, a dreamy look on her face, murmuring at empty air: "Welcome home, Master."
"W-what the hell is this...?"
Misaki stood frozen in the middle of the corridor.
Everywhere she looked, girls were mimicking maid mannerisms. One pretended to place a headband on her hair. Another carried an invisible tray. A third practiced bowing.
All of them had dreamy, moist eyes and faintly flushed cheeks.
(Could this be... Kanou's hypnosis!?)
A cold shiver crawled down Misaki's spine.
Kanou Soutarou's hypnosis had spiraled out of control and spread to every girl in the school. There was no other explanation.
"Yo, seriously! Every girl in our class has turned into a maid!"
"This is insane—they're way too cute! Can I take pictures!?"
The boys were treating the whole thing like a show, pulling out their phones and snapping photos of the girls.
"Hey, you lot! What do you think you're doing!? Put those cameras away!"
Misaki shouted at them.
But the boys didn't even slow down.
"Huh? Oh, it's the President. This is all your fault, right? So the rumor about you leaking those photos was true after all."
"President, you're a legend! Thanks to you, school's actually fun now!"
Misaki's words caught in her throat.
(No. It wasn't me. I didn't do anything.)
She screamed it inside her head. But no sound came out.
The boys' gazes pinned her in place—amused, mocking, enjoying the spectacle.
"...Is it really true that the President leaked those photos?"
"And I actually believed in her..."
The girls' whispers cut deep.
(It wasn't me. Please, believe me...)
Misaki bit down on her lip.
The taste of iron spread through her mouth.
She began walking slowly through the crowd of girls still playing maid.
"Hey, are you okay? Snap out of it!"
She grabbed one girl by the shoulders and shook her.
But the girl only smiled and tilted her head.
"Oh my, President. Is something strange about me? I just want to serve perfectly as a maid."
"No! You're not a maid! You're a student at Seika High!"
"President, whatever are you saying? I'm your maid, of course."
The girl's eyes were not her own.
Misaki's words weren't reaching her at all.
(Damn it...! My words mean nothing!)
Misaki ground her back teeth.
Until now, she had changed this school through words and action.
She had stopped the boys' tyranny. She had protected the girls.
She had taken pride in that.
But now, her words reached no one.
Her own helplessness hit her like a physical blow.
"Kanou...! This is your doing, isn't it! Where are you!?"
Misaki broke into a run.
Searching for Kanou Soutarou.
But the school had become a cauldron of chaos.
Girls playing maid. Boys filming them for kicks. Students running in panic. Laughter. Screams.
All of it blocked her path.
"President...! Please help me! They're telling me to wear the maid dress again..."
From around the corner burst Yukimura Shouichirou, the chestnut-haired pretty boy, eyes brimming with tears.
He was wearing the frilled apron dress again today.
"Yukimura! You're still in that getup!?"
"Yes...! The suggestion won't break, and now all the girls in school are turning into maids too... I don't know what to do anymore..."
Yukimura clung to Misaki's arm.
"Calm down, Yukimura. I'll handle this."
Misaki patted his head lightly.
(Right. I have to fix this. As Student Council President, I have to.)
That was when it happened.
"President. Got a minute?"
A low, intimidating voice came from behind her.
She turned to find the third-year PE Committee Chairman—the leader of the Iron Fist faction—standing there.
A hulking man well over six feet, with a buzz cut and sharp eyes. He was the living symbol of the old boys' school's athletic-brute culture.
"What is it, PE Chairman? This isn't the time."
Misaki watched him warily.
The PE Chairman grinned.
"Isn't it, though. The school's a mess because of you. Every girl's playing maid, every boy's too busy gawking to attend class. Who's going to take responsibility for this chaos?"
"My fault? Don't be ridiculous! This is Kanou Soutarou's hypnosis!"
"Hypnosis? Who believes in that occult crap? Besides, the rumor that you spread those maid photos has already gone school-wide. Even the girls are talking."
The PE Chairman leaned in close, lowering his voice to a whisper.
"The fastest way to end this chaos is for you to resign. Am I wrong?"
Misaki looked him straight in the eye.
"...I'm not resigning. As President, I have a duty to protect this school."
"Ha! You hear that, boys! Even in this situation, she's still playing President!"
The PE Chairman laughed loudly.
The boys around him joined in.
"Give it up, President. You don't have a single girl on your side anymore, do you?"
"Honestly, if the President had just done her job, none of this would've happened..."
A girl's cold voice reached Misaki's ears.
She flinched and turned around.
There stood a girl Misaki had once rescued from a boy—staring at her with icy eyes.
"You... I saved you before, didn't I?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Besides, the school's falling apart because you won't step down. Take responsibility."
Misaki was speechless.
She had believed in them.
She had saved them.
She had protected them.
And one of them had just turned her back on her.
Everything she had built was crumbling, audibly, around her.
That sensation crashed over Misaki's entire body.
"You heard her. Submit your resignation by tomorrow. I've already filed a formal request with the faculty council."
With that, the PE Chairman led his cronies away.
Misaki stood rooted to the spot.
(Because I wasn't good enough...?)
(Because of me, the school is in chaos...?)
(If I resign, will this chaos end...?)
Dark thoughts spun round and round in her head.
"President... are you okay...?"
Yukimura peered anxiously at her face.
"...Yeah, I'm fine. Yukimura, go home. Don't get caught up in this mess."
Misaki forced a smile for him.
Yukimura left, glancing back over and over with worry etched on his face.
Misaki let out a deep breath.
(Haah... What am I supposed to do?)
After school.
The chaos hadn't settled all day.
Misaki sat alone at her desk in the Student Council room.
Should she write the resignation letter?
No—she still couldn't decide.
That was when the door to the Council room opened without a sound.
"...Hey there, President."
Kanou Soutarou stood there, hood pulled low over his eyes.
Grayish-black hair peeked from beneath the hood. Behind his glasses, his sharp gaze observed Misaki with a slow, sticky intensity.
"Kanou...! You've got some nerve showing your face..."
Misaki shot to her feet and glared at him.
"Today's mess was my technique running wild. I do feel bad about it."
"You feel bad? You think that's enough! Every girl in this school has been affected by your hypnosis!"
"Yeah. But this has made the push to oust you unstoppable. Works out well for me."
Kanou walked slowly toward her.
"...Stay back. One more step and I won't go easy on you."
Misaki dropped into an aikido stance.
Left foot half a step back, both hands raised before her chest.
Kanou looked at her stance and gave a small laugh.
"Aikido? Don't think a woman can beat a man."
"We won't know until we try!"
Misaki lunged to grab his arm.
But Kanou slipped lightly out of reach.
"Useless. I can see every move you make."
"Kh...!"
Misaki grabbed at him again and again.
And every time, Kanou dodged with ease.
At 182 centimeters, Kanou stood a full head taller than Misaki.
In reach and build, he held an overwhelming advantage.
"Let's end this. I'll put the technique on you directly."
Behind the hood, Kanou's eyes glinted with an eerie light.
"Like hell you will!"
Misaki reached for his chest.
Kanou swatted her hand aside with one arm, effortlessly.
Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"You were betrayed by a man too, weren't you? By someone you trusted."
Misaki's body jerked.
"Your father dumped his debts on you and ran. The man you trusted most betrayed you. Isn't that right?"
Misaki's movements stopped.
(How... how does he know that...?)
The deep wound at the bottom of her heart.
A past she never, ever let herself remember.
Kanou's words pried it open by force.
"You're afraid to trust men. So you act tough, desperately, so no man can beat you. But the truth is, you want someone to save you. Don't you?"
"Stop...!"
Misaki's voice trembled.
"My technique slips into the gaps in the heart. Your heart is full of gaps right now. I can walk right in."
Kanou stared fixedly into her eyes.
"You're exhausted. No one will save you. You have no choice but to keep fighting alone. ...Isn't that right?"
Kanou's voice echoed directly inside her skull.
Her body felt heavy.
Her thoughts blurred.
(I'm... alone...)
(No one... will save me...)
(I'm... so tired...)
Misaki's heart sank into darkness.
And then—
"...I won't run."
Misaki gritted her teeth and lifted her head.
In her deep brown eyes, a fierce light of will reignited.
"It's true—I was betrayed by a man. But that's exactly why I have to be stronger than anyone. So I never lose to anyone. So I never betray anyone."
Misaki looked Kanou straight in the eye.
"As President, I will protect this school. I will not lose to your hypnosis."
Misaki's sheer force of will repelled Kanou's technique.
Kanou faltered for an instant.
"Tch...! Still got that much fight left in you?"
Kanou clicked his tongue and backed away.
"But remember this. The wound in your heart hasn't healed. I can slip in there anytime."
With that parting shot, Kanou left the Council room.
The moment the door clicked shut, Misaki collapsed where she stood.
"Haah... haah..."
Her breathing was ragged.
Sweat poured from every inch of her body.
(That was close... A little longer and I would've been caught.)
Misaki pressed her hands to the floor and hung her head.
(Dad...)
Kanou had gouged open the wound in her heart.
The pain was deeper than she could have imagined.
Night.
At the Maid Café "Maid Latte" in the Seika-dai Station shopping arcade.
The warm, wood-toned interior was packed with regulars at the evening rush.
"Welcome home, Master!"
"What can I get for you?"
The other maids were cheerful and lively as they served the customers.
Amid them, Misaki was somewhere far away.
"...Yes, here's your omurice."
Misaki carried the plate to a customer's table.
But her hands were trembling slightly.
"Huh? I ordered hayashi rice, not omurice."
"Wh—!? I-I'm so sorry! I'll replace it right away!"
Misaki hurried to take the omurice back.
That was when—CRASH!
A loud clatter rang out as the plate hit the floor.
Omurice scattered across the ground.
"Ah...!"
Misaki went pale and dropped to her knees.
"Misaki-chan, are you okay? You didn't cut yourself, did you?"
Subaru rushed over.
"I-I'm sorry... I'll clean it up..."
Misaki began picking up the broken shards with shaking hands.
"Misaki-chan, why don't you take a break? I'll cover for you."
"I'm fine... I'm fine, really..."
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