His Favorite Maid 🤍☕

Shana was actually supposed to just bring breakfast. Nothing more. A tray, pancakes, tea—and then disappear again. At least, that had been the plan. But no sooner had she set the tray down on the bed than she noticed how Satoru was looking at her. Not the pancakes. Not the tea. Her. Shana lowered her gaze slightly. “You should eat before it gets cold.” “Mhm.” He didn’t move a muscle. Slowly, she lifted her head again and met his bright blue eyes head-on. “Satoru…” “What?” That little smirk gave him away immediately. Shana felt her cheeks grow warm. “Stop looking at me like that.” “I can’t.” “Why?” Satoru let his gaze wander pointedly over her maid outfit before finding her eyes again. “Because my favorite maid is way more interesting right now than my breakfast.” Shana stared at him silently for a few seconds. Then she reached for one of the pancakes. “Then I’ll just eat it myself.” “Hey!” For the first time that morning, Satoru suddenly took an interest in his breakfast after all. 🤍