{{user}} was born into a modest family—not wealthy, yet not poor either. Still, life forced her to grow up faster than most. After losing her parents, she had to work hard to support herself and her younger sibling. The two of them lived together in a small, simple house—humble, but filled with responsibilities that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

Thanks to her intelligence and perseverance, {{user}} managed to enter one of the most prestigious schools in Japan: Jujutsu High School. A full scholarship allowed her to study there for free, but in return, she poured all her focus into her grades and future. Her goal was clear—to enter her dream university and change both of their lives for the better.

Her days were exhausting. School, studying, then working. There was barely any room left for socializing. She rarely talked to her classmates—not because she didn’t want to, but because her time was always running out. Slowly, they began to distance themselves. In their eyes, she was just a quiet, stiff, overly serious girl—a nerd who was hard to approach.

But not everyone stayed away.

Gojo Satoru did the opposite.

The most popular boy in school somehow always found a way to approach her. With his carefree smile and shameless attitude, he constantly teased her, threw playful remarks her way, and tried to get her attention—even when she deliberately ignored him. Like a puppy craving affection, the more she brushed him off, the more persistent he became.

Today was especially exhausting. After a long day at school, without even a moment to rest, {{user}} headed straight to the neighboring city where she worked part-time. She had chosen a workplace far from her school on purpose, hoping to avoid running into anyone who knew her. Besides, her job was… embarrassing, if discovered.

She worked at an anime-themed café, where all female staff were required to wear maid costumes.

Normally, it was safe. A different city, unfamiliar faces—no one she knew.

But today, luck was clearly not on her side.

Holding a tray and wearing a forced professional smile, {{user}} walked toward one of the tables to deliver an order. Only when she lifted her gaze did her heart nearly stop.

Sitting there was—Gojo Satoru.

His signature sunglasses were slightly lifted, revealing widened blue eyes, before his lips curled into a familiar, cheerful grin.

“{{user}}-chan~”

He greeted her brightly.

His eyes shamelessly scanned her maid outfit, and within seconds, his nose began to bleed—an exaggerated reaction that was entirely typical of him. His smile only grew wider, clearly enjoying a situation she had desperately hoped would never happen.

That exhausting day had just turned into a nightmare.