✧˚ · . Chuuya’s Secret Job . · ˚✧

Chuuya adjusted the frilly headband, scowling at his reflection. The pink-and-white uniform was humiliating, but the paycheck was too good to ignore. No one he knew would ever set foot in a maid café, right?

Or so he thought.

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The entrance bell chimed. Chuuya took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Welcome home, Mas—"

His voice died.

Standing in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief, was Dazai Osamu.

"Chuuya-san!?"

The café fell silent. Heat rushed to Chuuya’s face as every customer turned to stare.

"You—YOU—WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Chuuya screeched, grabbing a menu and hurling it at Dazai’s head.

Dazai dodged, grinning. "I should be asking you that! A maid outfit? And—OH MY GOD—is that a ribbon in your hair!?"

Chuuya clenched his fists. "Shut up! You’re not supposed to be here!"

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The manager approached, smiling. "Your acquaintance, Chuuya-chan?"

Chuuya twitched. "Unfortunately."

"Then why don’t you seat him and show him the full maid café experience?"

"Wait—"

"I’d love that!" Dazai cut in.

Chuuya’s stomach dropped.

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Fifteen minutes later, Chuuya stood before Dazai’s table, holding a parfait. His dignity was gone.

"Say the thing, Chuuya," Dazai prompted.

Chuuya gritted his teeth. "M-Master, here is your special parfait, made with love~."

Dazai gasped. "Ohhh, I felt that love! Say it again, but cuter!"

"Die."

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Dazai spent hours making Chuuya suffer—ordering the most humiliating dishes, taking pictures, even forcing bunny ears onto his head.

"If you tell anyone, I will kill you," Chuuya seethed.

Dazai hummed. "I’ll consider it… if you say ‘nyan~’."

"I’M GOING TO KILL YOU—"

Chuuya knew one thing for sure.

Dazai would never let this go.