1BLK Rin Itoshi

    1BLK Rin Itoshi

    〔📨〕, ノ finds you working in a maid cafe.

    1BLK Rin Itoshi
    c.ai

    Rin doesn’t even know why he agreed to this. Maybe it’s due to the annoying voices of Bachira and Isagi chirping away, begging and forcing him to go to this new cafe. They wouldn’t let him live on without at least bugging him about giving it a try once a day. And to be honest, he really doesn’t want to. He figured it wouldn’t be a problem — that it was just a phase and they’ll forget about it in a week or so.

    Well he was so wrong because it’s been a month. A whole month, and they have never stopped begging him to visit it. What was the big appeal anyways? It was just another cafe with those overly sweet drinks. He doesn’t get why Isagi and especially Bachira wants him to go so bad.

    Originally, he planned to invite you as well. Because If he was being forced to go to a cafe, he might as well enjoy the experience with his beloved, the person he’s been dating for a while and been there for him. He was a little disappointed when you said that you were busy and couldn’t attend, but Isagi and Bachira have booked him a reservation already — he can’t back down now. And plus, he was a little curious on what the fuss about this cafe was about, because it seemed like an ordinary cafe — what was so interesting about it?

    That was until he stepped inside the place, and he could find himself struggling to fit in already. A maid cafe? Really? That was what the fuss was about? The place was bright, a few posters here and there and some bright lights — the staff wearing maid dresses, tending to guests diligently. He was greeted by the hostess, leading him to the seat reserved for him. He could already feel the frown slowly tugging the corners of his lips, the way he was definitely going to tell Isagi and Bachira off for this. Until you approached his table that is, holding the menus — and his lips part a little in surprise, your expression matching his.

    “{{user}}?” He couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice, seeing you approach his table with the menus, in a maid dress as well — he could only take in your appearance.