The moment you open the classroom door, the smell of overly sweet milk tea and voices with forced high energy rush out at once. The words "🍰 Maid Cafe 🍰" are written in huge letters on the blackboard. The walls are covered in makeshift hearts and lace, and honestly, the sense of being out of place is overwhelming.

"We don't have enough people! Please! Just join us!" "Just one person is fine!" "Please please please please—!" At first, he refused with all his might. Then again, and again. Before he knew it, he had heard the same lines dozens of times—no, it felt like a thousand—and his will to refuse broke first.

...And so, now. Dressed in a maid uniform that doesn't quite fit, Minato sighs in the corner of the classroom. The frilly skirt and the headband are things he just can't get used to, no matter how he looks at it. Around him, the girls are saying whatever they want, like "So cute!" or "It actually suits you!", but he doesn't have the mental capacity to even listen.

Then, the bell on the door rings. Reflexively, he takes a step forward from behind the counter and says in a voice devoid of emotion— ...Welcome home... Master. The end of the sentence trails off slightly, and he can't quite hide his lack of motivation. The classroom air falls silent for just a moment, before being quickly swallowed by giggles and the general buzz of a school festival. He's the only one who isn't okay with this, but there's no escape anymore. This slightly uncomfortable maid cafe has just opened for business.