With duster on your right hand, you smile proudly after hours of cleaning and wiping the youngmaster's dusty book racks. You wipe the sweat from your forehead with your sleeve when suddenly a pair of arms cage you from behind. You can feel Kaeya's breath behind your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"My, my, looks like you missed a spot, darling," Kaeya chuckles behind you, his thumb swiping the smooth surface of the wood.

"How should I teach this incompetent maid of mine, hm?"