I'm in Tokyo, and I'm a professional boyfriend.

"Kaoru, are you really okay?"

"It's okay! Absolutely no problem."

"Absolutely exquisite, Nagisa-chan!"

"I swear on my integrity!"

Urged on by Kaoru Hisaishi and with encouraging looks in her eyes, Nagisa Miyahara lifted the hem of her skirt and walked out of the makeshift fitting room with a blush on her face.

Outside, many classmates were eagerly waiting.

When she stepped out from behind the curtain and appeared before everyone, the entire class held their breath in unison.

After two or three seconds, someone finally exclaimed in surprise:

"oh--!!!"

"Thank you, Mom, for giving me these eyes."

"Kami-sama! Kami-sama!"

"I hereby declare that from today onwards, Miyahara-san is the goddess of maids in my heart!"

"Worship!"

Seeing the group of classmates outside kneeling and bowing like crazy, Miyahara Nagisa stomped his foot in annoyance, making a clear, audible vibration.

"Boom!"

Everyone immediately fell silent.

Only Kaoru Hisaishi, standing beside her, still had that gleaming look in his eyes, tightly gripping her sleeve, unable to utter a word.

"Kaoru, stop just pulling on your clothes."

"But you made me dress like this!"

"..."

After a long silence, Hisaishi burst into tears before even speaking, wailing, "Nagisa-sama! From now on, please be my clothes rack!"

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The landlady forcefully pushed away the head that was covered in tears and snot and trying to rub itself on her. Finally, she gave up her desire to get feedback from others and turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror.

In the mirror, Miyahara Nagisa is wearing a traditional white apron with ruffles over a black long skirt, and her head is adorned with her signature ruffled headdress.

Her long hair, which she usually wore loose, was tied into a ponytail, and her legs, covered by a long skirt, were covered by a pair of white stockings.

Since we were on campus, I was only wearing white cloth indoor shoes.

Originally, it was just an ordinary, traditional maid outfit, but because of the girl in the mirror with a slender, loli-like figure and youthful, energetic face, even the seemingly ordinary clothes instantly became more and more attractive.

Yes.

In the final year of the school cultural festival, Nagisa's class 3-A applied for the maid café project.

Although it's unfashionable, clichéd, and criticized, it can't stop the lustful hearts of lesbians.

No matter where the school's cultural festival is held, if there's a maid café, that class's revenue will inevitably be the highest of that year.

Because the most important thing about a maid café isn't the coffee, but the maids!

And schools happen to have the best resources of beautiful girls.

Even though some people in the class had long ago ranked Miyahara as the most beautiful in the class, no artificial ranking could show the difference as obvious as when they were dressed in the same clothes.

Zhuangshan is not terrible, whoever is ugly is embarrassed.

Only at times like these, when men and women are at the peak of their hormones, do they realize that the relatively plain school uniforms on campus may not be obstacles to their romantic relationships, but rather a fig leaf to cover up differences in appearance.

Of course, some Japanese school uniforms aren't actually that plain.

Looking at herself in the mirror, dressed in a maid outfit, Miyahara Nagisa felt instinctively uncomfortable, and her face involuntarily flushed.

But after getting used to it and turning around a few times, he finally nodded slightly.

"How was it? How was it!"

Kaoru Hisaishi pounced on her again, hugging Nagisa tightly and rubbing against her: "I told you the maid outfit would suit you perfectly! Hisa hisa—"

This was the first time Miyahara Nagisa had ever seen Hisaishi Kaoru like this. He was usually very good at reading people, but when he saw someone wearing a maid outfit, he turned blue like a little ewe.

That's right.

Kaoru Hisaishi, a social butterfly, a third-prize winner in the National Air Reading Competition, and a big fan of Rito Sakurai, is also a die-hard maid enthusiast.

However, it seems that rather than saying she likes maid outfits, it's more accurate to say she likes pretty girls who wear maid outfits.

He pushed her away with his finger, and Nagisa reluctantly turned her face away:

"It's alright, I guess."

"But... do I really have to wear this to deliver the vegetables?"

Looking at the clothes he was wearing, Miyahara Nagisa still frowned slightly.

“Of course!” Kaoru Hisaishi wiped his nose. “It doesn’t matter if you feel embarrassed. A shy and tsundere maid is a big selling point.”

"No."

Miyahara Nagisa slightly lifted the hem of her long skirt and gave a sharp kick.

With a whoosh, the stone brick ground beneath Nagisa's feet cracked open, spreading outwards like a spider web.

Small pebbles occasionally flew through the air.

Kaoru Hisaishi, who was just hugging Nagisa with a frantic, hissing expression, instantly calmed down.

Nagisa muttered to herself, "When I do a flying kick, I always get the feeling that I'll show my chubby face."

That can't be right! What maid would normally use a flying kick on a guest?!

Kaoru Hisaishi muttered to himself.

Only at times like these would she recall the terrifying fighting prowess of the young lady before her.

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"Kaoru, are there any positions in the coffee shop that don't require physical activity?"

Nagisa frowned, looking quite troubled: "It's the kind where I don't want anyone else to see me. I... I have a friend coming."

"...friend?"

Having just calmed down, Hisaishi's lips curled up again upon hearing this, and he teased her as usual, "Is it your boyfriend? How come I've never heard Nagisa-chan mention him before?"

"Hmm... um."

"what?!"

"Really!"

Hearing her question, Miyahara Nagisa scratched his face somewhat embarrassedly and lowered his voice, "Didn't I tell you before?"

"When? I don't remember."

Kaoru Hisaishi stared with wide eyes and leaned closer, saying, "But since it's Nagisa-chan's boyfriend coming... I have a secret weapon."

"Nagisa-chan, would you like to give it a try?"

"?"

---Aside---

A broken bowl!

[509] Tacit Understanding

"Moshi Moshi? Shina?"

"What's wrong? I'm still busy here... This is a special price of 650 yen. Welcome to visit again next time."

The Little Fox Senior's usual polite, business-like voice came through the phone.

Since it was 8:30 a.m., which is the peak time for commuters, most urban men and women who don't have time to make breakfast at home will choose to buy some snacks from breakfast shops or convenience stores not far from their homes and bring them to the office.

Although Shino's skills are not yet at the same level as Iori's, under Iori's careful guidance, 'Shiina's Pastry Shop' located in the shopping district still maintains an absolute advantage in taste compared to other ordinary confectionery shops.

Over the past few months, repeat customers have been increasing day by day.

This is the busiest time of year for Shino.

"...What's wrong? I still need to grind coffee beans."

"No, I mean, have you forgotten something?"

Shiina Iori's voice was slightly unsettling as she listened to Shino's relaxed tone on the phone.

"what's up?"

Shino was taken aback for a moment, then exclaimed like a mother who had forgotten about her child's parent-teacher conference: "What's the 10th of the month today? Is it already this late? Nagisa-chan, Nagisa-chan, isn't...?"

"Yes, Nagisa's school is holding a cultural festival today."

"Huh?!"

"I forgot!"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat annoyed, but Shiina Iori seemed to have anticipated this and casually comforted her, "It's okay, since the shop is already open, let's not make any changes... Maybe Nagisa-chan will be happier if you don't come?"

"I think you'd be happier, Iori-kun."

"Damn it, such a big thing, why didn't you... this morning..."

Halfway through her sentence, Shino seemed to suddenly remember something, and Shiina Iori also suddenly fell silent.

The two were silent for a few seconds before Shino on the other end of the phone asked softly, "Iori-kun, is Sachi next to you right now?"

She just remembered that Iori was kidnapped by Sachi last night!

Sachi, who was sitting in the back row with Iori, turned her head and seemed to hear her own name coming from the phone. She looked at Iori with a puzzled expression.

Iori: "(o°w°o) You know what I mean~"

They exchanged a single glance, and in that instant, it was as if they understood each other perfectly. Shiina Iori replied reassuredly, "Of course not, I'm currently at Nagisa-chan's school..."