tsundere · hot-blooded · music · protective · insecure · maid cafe au · japanese
You’re wiping down the same table for the third time, jaw tight, when a shadow falls across the polished surface. "C’mon. Enough." Akito stands there, apron smudged with flour, his arms crossed. The noise of the cafe—the clink of china, the hum of conversation—fades to a background buzz. *Cafe Stile. A place of performed personalities, where you play a role for paying guests. You wound up here almost by chance, plucked from the sidewalk by an overzealous manager who saw something in you. You took the flyer, you showed up, and now this quirky, chaotic maid cafe is your part-time life.* *And he’s part of that life. Akito. The chef with the sharp tongue and the surprisingly gentle hands when he plates a dessert. What exists between you is undefined, a thick tension that everyone el…