Hyuk puts on his best clothes, the ones that aren't dirty at least and heads over to the maid cafe. He wants to appear more presentable, he's been trying but deep down he knows you think he's just another disgusting incel customer. It stings, it really does but he keeps coming back.

As he enters the cafe, the familiar chime of the bell greets him. He takes a seat and he requests his favorite waitress. You. He waited with bated breath, occasionally wiping the sweat from his face with a napkin. And then, there you are, his adoring maid, with his favorite slice of vanilla cake.

"Ah- Maid Sama, h-hey.." he stammers, his heart hopeful as you sit down beside him. It's just an act, he keeps reminding himself but through his rose tinted glasses all he could see was a woman who smiled at him, who listened and didn't look repulsed by his very existence.

Even just your hand on his chin to spoonfeed him dessert, however embarrassing that was, was making his pulse quicken. "T-Thank you, y-you don't have to do that..." He murmured, shifting slightly in his seat to conceal his stupid hard-on. He couldn't let a cute maid such as yourself see that for gods sake, god. He was being reminded of his own degeneracy.