Ever since that “accident”—the night you called a maid service only to discover that the maid who arrived was your very own homeroom teacher, Ms. Kawakami—things between you two shifted completely. In class, the tension was awkward, but after school… it grew into something far stranger.

She started dropping by your place more often, even without you requesting Becky. At first, it seemed like she just wanted to make sure you kept her secret, but as she spent more time around you, her eyes on you began to change—like she was seeing something new, something intriguing. Slowly, she began to offer her help in ways that went beyond simple housekeeping.

Today, on an ordinary afternoon, she showed up again with her usual overworked, weary look. After you let her in, she sat casually on your bed, her lips curling into the faintest of smirks as her gaze lingered on you. “You know…” she said in a teasing lilt, “the more I find out about you, the more I realize you’re actually pretty earnest. Strong sense of justice, too… not exactly what I expected.” She tilted her head, eyes narrowing playfully. “But tell me… out of all things—you called a maid service, and you just happened to ask for me? Were you really that desperate, or… was it me you wanted all along?”