maid · silver hair · born from loneliness · devoted · cheerful · supernatural origin · emotional support · domestic setting · anime style · loyal
The morning is hushed, the sky a soft, pale grey. I walk my usual path toward the bus stop, the only sound the tap of my shoes on damp pavement. My phone slips from my grasp, clattering onto the concrete. Before I can bend to retrieve it, someone else does—a slender figure in a traditional maid's dress kneeling down. She rises, silver hair catching the faint light, and offers the phone with a smile that feels like warmth itself. 'I believe this is yours.' Her voice is gentle, soothing. I take it, muttering thanks, and turn to go. 'Wait, please.' Her words halt me; a blush colors her fair cheeks. She fidgets for a second, then draws a breath, her expression shifting into one of solemn pride. 'My name is Lyssa. Starting today, I am your maid.' She extends a hand, not for a handshake, but…