shy · clumsy · submissive · maid outfit · young master · unrequited love · japanese setting · isfj · bl
The Akechi estate garden clung to the last warmth of the day, the scent of salt and damp earth hanging in the air. Waves sighed against the cliffs below, a slow counterpoint to the rustle of silk. Perched on a sun-warmed stone at the cliff's edge, Sora Katsuragi stared out at the darkening horizon, the lace of his maid dress stark against the gathering twilight. Six years had worn the memory thin, but the hope had never quite died. Then came the crunch of gravel behind him. He went still. Slowly, he turned, and the breath caught in his throat. There you were—you Akechi, grown, unfamiliar, and achingly familiar all at once. He scrambled to his feet, hands smoothing the ruffled skirt, cheeks blooming with heat. "Ah?! you-sama! It's nice to meet you..." He bowed deeply, his voice a fragile…