Please, Keep it a Secret...-Takumi Usui x Reader two-shot

Please Keep it a Secret} part 1

Usui Takumi. He’s… something. Yea, I don’t think there’s anything to describe him except for that word at the time or even now for that matter.

Snoring away at class, the teacher automatically came over and smacked the side of my desk to get me to wake up. The vibration was soon sent into my head. I immediately shot up and looked around the classroom in a panic.

“Who, what, when, where, why?!”

“Oh, gosh, it’s the troublemaker again…” one girl commented.

“Tell me ONE time when she’s never gotten in trouble,” another said.

“I bet she does dirty stuff during the night…”

The class soon began to giggle and snicker with the continuation of gossip at me except for the teacher who had an annoyed face on and one other student who sits 2 seats away from me on my right: Usui Takumi.

In a situation like this, all I could do was go with the flow and laugh it off… which didn’t lift up the teacher’s mood at all. I don’t think anything does. But one thing good did come out of it; I earned myself detention after school. I can efficiently use the time to sleep as much as I want for an hour or so with no other students to bother me. Seeing my contented face, the teacher gave me a whole week of detention: Score!

Sighing at how much rest I would have for the whole week helped me stay awake for the rest of the class and when detention came, I was out like a light.

Drrriiing 

Drrriiing 

I shot straight up and looked at my surrounding: I was still in the classroom. I wiped away the drool from the corner of my mouth and remembered that today was Tuesday.

Tuesday… what did I have to do again? A few seconds passed when a light bulb lit above my head.

“Right… I have practice today… practice… practice… Yaaaaaahhhh!!! Practice is today!!”

Darting out of the classroom in lighting speed, I ran past school grounds, the local park, and arrived to my destination: the running track. Panting, I ran towards my coach and bowed deeply. “Sorry… I was a bit late…  Jennifer Johnson-San...”

Jennifer eyed me for a couple of seconds before sighing. “At least you got your warm up out of the way. Change right away: I’ll be waiting at the start.”

Nodding eagerly, I went inside the change room, stripped off my school uniform, and wore my track clothes. Jogging to the starting line, I see Jennifer all ready and prepared: stop watch in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, extended to invite me for a drink which I take graciously.

“Ready?” she asked.

I took a sip of the water and handed it back to her, “Yeah.”

Crouched down in ready position, I waited for her to give the sign. She waited for five seconds to pass or so before shouting abruptly, “Start!”

My vision narrowed down to the path as I sprinted as fast as I could around the track. I continued to run and run more laps consistently, my pace never dropping. On the 5th lap I was starting to sweat and my breathing was a bit shallower. Keeping a steady beat on my breathing, on the corner of my eyes I spotted something a bit out of the picture. I ignored it, thinking it was just a figment of my imagination, but on the 6th and 7th lap, the object was still there. Curiosity got the best of me and on the 8th lap I slowed down a bit to see just what it was. And to my surprise, it wasn't a what, it was a WHO. Even a few meters away and still in motion, I knew who it was: tall, spiky honey-blonde hair, bright green eyes, and even wore the Seika High School male uniform. It was… Usui Takumi.

After finishing my ten laps for the day, I grabbed a towel and began to dry myself of my sweat. Jennifer then came up to me a bit of a worried look on her face. “You did great today as always… but you were a bit off on your 8th lap. What happened?”

“Huh?” I set the towel on the bench near me and sat next to it. “Ano… I guess I was just a bit tired…” I couldn't tell her that I slowed down because I was curious of someone at school watching me. No one was supposed to know about it. What do I do now?

She nodded as if she believed me. “You should lay off the nightly exercises… I hear from your mother that you exercise non-stop after you finished your school work until midnight every single day ever since you joined.”

I waved a hand to dismiss her comment. “I’m alright. Life is hard for a teen. How you do during your life as a high school student has a big impact on you. anyway, I wanna work extra hard so I’ll be able to get to the Olympics even quicker!”

“You still need at least ONE friend in your life…” she then sighed seeing me purposely ignoring her on the topic. “Well, I have to go, it’s already dinner time. Just remember, next week is the race.”

“Yeah, I know.”

When she left the track, I sigh a breath of relief. I looked up and saw that the boy from earlier wasn’t there anymore. He left: good. But what if he blabs this to everyone at school?! I’ll have to beg him not to tell anyone…

I changed back into my regular clothes, my school and track uniforms in my bag. When I walked out, my eyes widened at who was in front of me.

Usui was the first to speak. “Oh, you’re back to normal now.”

“W-what? W-why are you here?!” I exclaimed, a bit nervous.

“Nothing really. I just wanted to make sure that it really was you. So the troublemaker is really an athlete… why keep it a secret?” he said in that smooth voice of his.

Well, he already knows, might as well explain the truth to him.

...5 minutes later…

“Hmm… so you want to be a star athlete but the only way was to train secretly. That explains why you aren’t that social at school, and why you tend to doze off.”

I nod at every point he summarized. “So please… please, keep it a secret.”

…20 minutes later…

I can’t let something like this keep me down!

It was already 10 o’clock in the evening but I was too pumped up to get any sleep done. As I was at my 47th crunch, I kept wondering on whether or not Usui will really keep it a secret. I just don’t get him. Who is he really? All these questions were riling me up even more that I did about 1782 crunches by midnight.