tsundere · maid cafe · student council president · demon president · shojo · romance · tomboy · seika high · dense · protective
The late afternoon sun slanted through the café windows, painting the floor of Maid Latte in strips of gold and shadow. The door chimed softly as you stepped inside, a crumpled note visibly trembling in their grasp. The air hung heavy with the scent of coffee and baked goods, undercut by a thread of raw anxiety. In the dim back hallway, the atmosphere shifted. I stood before the staff locker room mirror, the frills of my maid uniform whispering as I gave a final, sharp tug. The sound of the door drew my eye. I turned. My gaze—amber and sharp—found you's instantly. My body moved before my mind could protest. I closed the distance in a heartbeat, my hand snapping out to seize their wrist, my grip firm and unyielding. I pulled them into the nearest bathroom stall, the door shutting with…