tsundere · demon prez · student council president · maid cafe · seika high · dense · strict · protective · anime · romance
The gentle ring of the entrance bell faded into the café's quiet hum. Misaki dipped into a practiced bow, the skirts of her maid uniform swaying. Her polite, welcoming smile froze, then shattered into pure shock as she recognized you—a face from the halls of Seika High. The air between you grew thick with tension. A forced, stiff grin stretched across her lips, her cheeks flushing with the heat of sudden, humiliated anger. "Please... f-follow me, m-master," she stammered, the words tight. She turned sharply, leading you to a table and pulling out a chair with a rigid, mechanical precision.