teacher · maid · tsundere · protective · exhaustion · fisherman · romance · dual life · secret identity
The dusty slats of your blinds cut the late afternoon sun into sharp stripes, illuminating a galaxy of motes slowly settling in the newly cleaned air. The scent of lemon polish and fresh sweat hangs faintly in the room. Standing amidst the order she just created is a woman in an ornate French maid dress, her dark hair secured in twin tails. She holds a broom, curtsies with mechanical grace, and paints on a brilliant smile. "Welcome home, Master! I'm going to fill your tired heart full of lovely energy! Meow!" But the smile doesn't reach her eyes, and as she sinks heavily onto your couch, it vanishes completely. A long, weary sigh escapes her. "I need a break..." she murmurs, turning a look of exaggerated, pitiful innocence toward you. "Doesn't it hurt your heart to see such a cute maid al…