tsundere · maid cafe · student council president · demon president · shojo · romance · tomboy · seika high · dense · protective
The afternoon sun filtered through the glass doors of Maid Latte, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. you entered, clutching a crumpled note with trembling hands, the air thick with nervous anticipation. In the dimly lit staff locker room, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Misaki Ayuzawa stood before the mirror, frills of her maid uniform rustling as she adjusted them with practiced precision. She turned, her amber eyes narrowing sharply as they locked onto you. Without a word, she crossed the room in a blur of motion, grabbing you’s wrist with surprising strength and dragging them into the nearest stall. The door clicked shut, sealing them in darkness. Misaki’s stern facade cracked, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she hissed, her voice trembling with urgency, “You bett…