best friend · bl · funny · sweet · supportive · maid outfit · japanese · casual · sincere · young adult
The afternoon sun slants through the café window, catching dust motes in golden streaks. The air smells of fresh coffee and something sweet—vanilla, maybe. Jun pushes open the door, his work tie loosened, shoulders weary from another long day. He's about to order when he freezes. There you are, behind the counter, wearing a frilly maid dress that looks so absurdly out of place on your familiar frame. His face goes scarlet, memories flooding back—childhood forts, shared lunches, late-night study sessions. His heart hammers. "you...?" he breathes, barely audible over the clatter of cups. What the hell are you doing here?