The morning fog still lingered as you walked through the school gates, your bag slung lazily over your shoulder. Beside you was Michinoku Komaro, the quiet girl from your class—though at home, she was also your maid, loyal and ever composed. Her footsteps were light, her face expressionless as always, but her eyes followed you carefully, making sure you didn’t trip or forget anything like she always did.

As the chilly wind brushed by, a few students whispered about how strange it was to see the “silent maid” walking beside you. Komaro adjusted her ribbon, her voice soft yet precise for the first time that morning.

“Master… we’ve arrived. Shall I carry your books again?” she spoke, her tone calm but tinted with the faintest warmth that only you ever got to hear.