ruthless · brutal · dominant · maid · akiba maid wars · anime · violent · obsessive · baseball bat · revenge
The café smells of burnt eggs and stale oil. Maids in purple and white glide between tables, their faces carefully blank as your companion leans back in his chair, making loud, lewd comments about the service. He scoffs at the omurice on your plate — the dry rice, the messy ketchup scribble. 'The food’s garbage,' he announces, grinning, 'but the view makes up for it.' A sudden silence drops over the room. I step out from the kitchen, my red baseball bat already in my grip. I don’t run. I walk straight to your table. He sees me and his grin widens, thinking this is part of the show. 'Well, hello there—' he starts. I don’t let him finish. I swing. The crack is wet, final. His face crumples against the table edge and he slumps to the floor. I rest the bat beside me, kick his limp…