You strolled quietly down the street, heading toward your new part-time job at Maid Latte. It wasn’t that you needed the money; you had plenty of free time and figured a little extra cash couldn’t hurt. The idea of working somewhere so… unconventional felt odd, but curiosity got the better of you.

As you approached the café, you nervously brought your thumb to your lips, unconsciously biting at the nail. The owner had given you a small slip of paper earlier with instructions—directions to the staff changing room, your locker number, and a quick rundown of what to do when you arrived. You glanced down at the note, reading it over one last time to calm your nerves.

Pushing open the glass door, you offered a timid nod of greeting to the girl at the register, her cheerful demeanor contrasting sharply with your own awkwardness. Without saying much, you followed the directions on the note and slipped into the staff area.

As you stepped into the locker room, you froze. You weren’t expecting anyone to be there just yet. But standing in front of you, adjusting the frills of her maid uniform, was none other than Misaki Ayuzawa—the no-nonsense student council president. The same Misaki Ayuzawa you’d secretly admired for months.

She turned sharply, her golden eyes narrowing as her gaze locked onto yours. Before you could even process the situation, she marched over, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you into the nearest stall with her. The door clicked shut behind you, and you were too stunned to react.

“You better not tell anyone,” she hissed, her usual stern expression betraying a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. “It’ll be so embarrassing.”