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The Kingdom of Science was no longer a scrappy village of huts, but it was not yet a advance city either. As of now, the sounds of hammering echoes somewhere in the distance, meanwhile someone was also testing an engine from the other end of the city.
On the other corner, where an open field near the new workshop Senku build for the crafts team, Minami stood on an overturned crate like a worker who had grown tired of work and wanted start a revolution.
“I demand a holiday!” she exclaimed loudly for her other friends to hear.
Beside her, Nikki raised an eyebrow as she picked up a log and put it on the pile, "We just had a rest day a few days ago, you know?" She said as she looked at the latter.
“And? One rest day is not enough,” Minami replied instantly.
Nikki didn't reply anything because Minami's concern was valid too, she just stare at the latter waiting for her to continue what she was going to say.
As Nikki and the other finally had their focus on her, Minami threw her arms wide and declared, “Valentine’s Day is coming in a few weeks.”
From the shade of a big tree, Amaryllis lifted her chin, she came along to transport the materials from the treausre Island to Kingdom of science. “We are still rebuilding the civilization,” she said softly. “I don't think Senku would agree on some big festival." She added after she looked at the blonde girl.
Minami hopped down from the crate and marched toward her. “Precisely. We are rebuilding the civilization, it shouldn't be just work and work, it should also include joy.” She explains her side.
In the other shade, Chelsea was crouched over a rough map she had been sketching for the newly scouted land, she suddenly stood up. " Morale levels have been steadily dipping after three straight weeks of construction!! A small social event would definitely boost productivity, I agree!!! We should ask Senku and the others for permission," She exclaimed excitedly.
Minami pointed at her as if she just cited some kind incredible speech. “You see? Even one of the geniuses agrees with me.”
Nikki let out a small laugh, she doesn't mind Minami's idea at all, and finally Charlotte stepped forward, hands lightly dusted with wood shaving from helping at the crafting team for a while, then she said. “Everyone’s been working so hard, a short break might help, Valentine's Day is only for one day, and many couples would appreciate it if they can celebrate it with their loved ones"
“And,” Minami added quickly, “not just for couples. Back in the old world, Valentine’s Day was always… exclusive.” She wrinkled her nose. “If you didn’t have a lover, you were expected to just watch.”
“And, what do you want us to do now?” Nikki asked curiously.
Minami spun, excitement sparking in her eyes. “We should open a small maid café, exclusively for Valentine's Day.”
“A… what?” Charlotte blinked.
“A themed café!” Minami clasped her hands dramatically. “Decorations, desserts, tea, and friendly service, a space where anyone can come and feel appreciated. Whether they’re single, have lovers, confused, or just hungry.”
Maya finally stops from her task, her interest, flickering. “We do have surplus sugar from the last trade shipment, according to Broody.”
“And cocoa beans!!" Chelsea added excitedly.
Amaryllis tapped a finger against her arm. “You expect us to wear uniforms and makeup?”
Minami’s smile turned dazzling. “Elegant ones.”
Amaryllis paused and smiled. “…Please continue.”
"We'll ask Senku and the others for permission. I'm sure they can help us to find a place to do the cafe, and for the uniform, I know someone who can definitely help us without any hesitation."
Charlotte, who was now super interest, said. “If we limit it to one day and source ingredients locally, it won’t interfere with construction schedules.”
Minami clasped her hands under her chin. “You’re volunteering.”
Charlotte shyly nodded her head, “I can help with the cooking or service, if that's okay.”
“Which means yes,” Nikki translated.
A gust of wind rippled through the clearing, stirring sawdust into a golden swirl. Beyond them, the skeleton of the future stood tall and incomplete. Humanity was clawing its way forward again. Every nail hammered was a promise.
Minami beamed, she looked at the half built city behind her and then back at her friends.
“We survived petrification,” she said softly. “We crossed oceans, we defitinely deserve one silly, sweet, ridiculous day.”
Charlotte smiled while Chelsea closed her map and tucked it under her arm. Amaryllis gave a graceful nod and said, “If we are to represent civilization’s revival, we shall do so beautifully.”
Nikki rolled her shoulders like someone preparing for battle. “Alright, a one day maid café, and I get to wear a cute dress, count me in.”
Minami practically glowed.
“Minami, Nikki, Amaryllis, Chelsea, Charlotte, me,” Maya counted, gesturing around their circle. “That’s our volunteer list.”
Six women standing in a clearing of half-built dreams.
Minami raised her fist.
"Let's do this!!" She exclaimed as the others also raised their fist to the air happily.
A few hours later, at Kingdom of Science main hall.
At the center stood Senku with his arms crossed, his face is filled with confusion as why the girls called him there. Beside him was sitting comfortably is Ryusui, and Chrome who slightly leaned forward with his eyes filled curiosity, while Gen watched silently because he already got an idea what the girls are there for and not too far from them, Ukyo silently leaned over the railings as he observes the girls.
When everyone is finally there, Minami wasted no time, as she stepped forward as if she's presenting breaking news to the entire world againblike before petrification.
“Gentlemen,” she began, “we are launching a one-day Valentine’s maid café to restore morale and remind humanity that civilization includes joy.”
Senku adjusted the edge of his lab coat and said. “Sounds like a massive sugar consumption event, is that even necessary? Valentine's day is just made by the capitalist.”
“Wrong!” Minami pointed at him. “Morale is on the bag with this.”
Chrome’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Like mental reward! If everyone’s happy, they’ll work better after!”
Gen clapped softly. “See? Our resident cave scientist understands productivity and psychology~”
Senku clicked his tongue. “Tch. Ten billion percent unnecessary love stuff.”
Ryusui stepped forward, grin widening as he flicked his fingers. “Love is profitable, Senku. Festivals attract attention, attention attracts happiness, happiness builds nations.”
Gen nodded smoothly. “And besides, if we’re rebuilding civilization, shouldn’t we revive culture too?~ A society without celebrations is just an organized workshop, you know Senku-chan~”
Senku just sigh and said. "Do you whatever you want, just make sure that it won't cause any trouble to others"
With that, everyone inside the hall cheered happily and started discussing the things they needed to start their plans.
As the planning things, Ukyo tilted his head slightly as he peaked from the railings. “I can hear people outside eavesdropping, they sound very excited.”
As if on cue, a small group of villagers gathered at the big doors and one of the women raised her voice. “The girls deserve some love too!”
Another chimed in, laughter bright. “If there’s a maids in that café, there should be butlers too!!"
Minami’s eyes widened, and said, "That's a great idea!"
Then suddenly, Ryusui stood up and placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “If it is love and admiration the people desire, I shall not deny them.”
Chrome looked between them, slightly flustered. “Wait, butlers? Like fancy suits and tea trays? Like Francois”
“Yes,” Nikki answered “Exactly like that.”
Senku sighed, “This is already spiraling.”
“Let them have their fun, Senku-chan, this is just for a while~" Gen sing song beside the scientist.
In front of then, several villagers began chanting playfully. “Butlers! Butlers! Butlers!”
Ryusui laughed, delighted by the energy. “Very well! I volunteer as tribute.”
With that, the cheers erupted immediately.
Gen placed a hand to his cheek. “I suppose I must assist. A café requires someone with refined social skills.”
“You just want to flirt and gain attention,” Nikki muttered.
“Flirtation is a public service~” Gen replied smoothly.
Suddenly, from behind of the crowd, a tall shadow appeared and walked closed
Tsukasa who had clearly been listening for a while, arms folded, expression unreadable.
Minami turned toward him “Tsukasa…?”
“A break would not harm any of our progress,” he said calmly.
The crowd brightened immediately.
Someone shouted, “Then join as a butler too!”
Tsukasa blinked once.
Gen leaned toward him, voice honey-smooth. “Think of it as strengthening unity through gentle social interaction, Tsukasa-chan~"
Chrome added eagerly, “You definitely look super cool in a suit!”
Tsukasa’s brow twitched faintly, but it immediately disappear as his little sister cling to his arm and said. "I would love too see brother as a butler too!"
Nearby, Hyoga shuffled on his feet about to walk away when suddenly.
“Hyoga, you too, be a butler too!” Minami pointed without hesitation.
Hyoga did not answer right away, he simply watched the growing excitement, around the hall.
On the other side, Tsukasa exhaled slowly. “If it lifts spirits, I won't hesitate to assist everyone."
The crowd once again exploded with cheers.
Hyoga inclined his head slightly. “Then I suppose I shall participate as well.”
Ukyo gave a small, almost shy smile. “If extra hands are needed, I can help.”
“Look at that!” Minami spun toward Nikki, practically vibrating with excitement. “We have butlers too!”
Nikki laughed, clapping Ryusui on the shoulder hard enough to make him stagger half a step. “You just signed up for tea service, captain.”
Ryusui’s grin only widened. “I shall deliver first class service Haha!!”
The cheering had barely settled into excited chatter when a new voice rose from the back.
“If we’re doing a proper themed café,” someone exclaimed, “we need more variety!”
Then another one added boldly, “What about crossdressing pairs? That’d make it fun too!”
Minami’s eyes widened in theatrical wonder. “A contrast concept… that's great too”
Before anyone could debate further, a confident voice cut through the noise.
“I’ll do it.”
Heads immediately turned to the person who said that.
Standing with hands on her hips and golden hair catching the winter sun, Kohaku looked utterly unbothered by the attention.
“I’ll crossdress as a man,” she declared. “If we’re doing this, we do it properly.”
Chrome nearly choked on air, which made Kohaku to hit him in the back.
“You’d look super cool, Kohaku" Ruri said softly beside her
Kohaku grinned, sharp and fearless. “I know.”
The crowd erupted again.
Minami clasped her hands dramatically. “Brilliant! Strong knight aesthetic! We can tailor something to match the cafe!”
Nikki nodded, already visualizing it. “A clean-cut uniform, I'm getting so work up now"
Gen raised one finger delicately. “Now, if we are to maintain balance, we require a gentleman willing to crossdress as a lady~"
Silence immediately surrounded the hall.
Several men suddenly found the ground fascinating, Ryusui looked amused but said nothing while Chrome scratched the back of his head., and Senku's expression did not change even a millimeter.
Then suddenly, Gen’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “No volunteers?” he asked sweetly.
A few villagers awkwardly coughed.
Minami tilted her head. “We can’t have only one side. It’ll look uneven.”
Gen sighed theatrically. “Then we shall leave it to fate.”
He crouched down, pulling scraps of paper from his pocket, then with dramatic flair, he began scribbling names right on the table in behind him, onne by one and folding each one into a tiny square.
“Wait,” Chrome said nervously, “are you writing everyone’s name?”
“Of course,” Gen replied lightly. “Impartial selection.”
Senku snorted. “This is going to cause chaos.”
“This will give equal opportunity for everyone here~,” Gen hummed.
After writing, a small bowl was placed in the center, and Gen dropped the papers inside.
At the very edge of hall, Stanley watching everything with arms folded in his chest. He exhaled softly, this situation was no longer within his operational jurisdiction, so without a word, Stanley turned around and thought that it was time to go home.
Back to the others, Gen’s hand finally dipped into the bowl, he swirled the papers around with exaggerated suspense, eyes closed for theatrical emphasis, then he plucked one.
Unfolded it, slowly, and read it inside his mind, for a split second his smile froze before it widened again.
“Oh my., it's Stanley Snyder!”
Stanley had taken exactly three steps away when Gen’s voice rang out across the hall, Stanley stopped mid-step and slowly, he turned his head to look back the guy in the middle of the hall.
The crowd erupted, cheers burst like fireworks and someone actually whooped at the announcement.
Charlotte gasped, hands flying to her mouth, and Maya blinked twice, then burst into laughter.
Ryusui threw his head back, delighted. “Fate has exquisite taste!”
Tsukasa’s brow lifted ever so slightly, while Ukyo’s expression softened into quiet amusement.
Stanley glared at Gen, but the latter just held up the unfolded paper innocently. “It appears destiny has chosen you, Stanley-chan~"
“I’m not participating,” Stanley said flatly.
But it was already too late, the crowd had already decided and several enthusiastic villagers rushed forward. And before can Stanley take another step, he was gently but firmly surrounded by them and push him towards the other volunteers.
“Wait, hold on—”
Nikki clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll be great.”
Minami was practically glowing. “You already have the visual structure for it!”
“That’s not a compliment,” Stanley replied dryly.
Ryusui grinned. “It absolutely is.”
Someone behind him chanted playfully, “Stan-ley! Stan-ley!”
Stanley’s eye twitched, he then looked toward Senku for support.
Senku merely picked on his ears and said. “Ten billion percent not my problem.”
After a few hours, the meeting finally ended but there's still some girls remain there to discuss more details for the cafe, and in the midst of that cheerful storm, Stanley finally escaped.
Well, he barely at all, he just slipped away while Kohaku was being ask with her plans by Ruri and Minami, while Ryusui was arguing about fabric quality that they should use for the uniforms, no one noticed the moment he disappeared.
Right now, Stanley is on his way towards the laboratory, because he need to complain to Xeno about his situation, and he just exhaled through his nose with a sigh.
He pushed open the door to the lab without knocking. Inside, surrounded by scattered blueprints and half-assembled devices, stood his lover, Xeno.
He did not look up at all. “I heard the cheering,” he just simply said. “Based on how you stomped your feet in here, I deduced something unfortunate happened to you.”
Stanley shut the door behind him with force. “You could have helped, if you also went there earlier." The blonde complain.
Now Xeno looked up and blink before he said. “I could have,”
Stanley crossed his arms. “But you didn’t.”
The faintest curve of smile appeared on Xeno’s lips.
Stanley narrowed his eyes. “I was ambushed.”
“You were selected fairly according to Gen,” Xeno corrected smoothly.
“It was rigged.”
“Gen rarely rigs things not related to survival. This seemed genuine.” Xeno shrugs.
Stanley stepped closer, boots echoing against the lab floor. “So you were there earlier!.”
“Yes.”
“And you said nothing.” Stanley was baffled because of his boyfriend's action.
Xeno removed his gloves with unhurriedly before saying. “I was curious.”
“Curious?" Stanley raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
Stanley stared at him flatly. “About what.”
Xeno leaned back slightly against the lab table, folding his arms now, mirroring Stanley’s earlier stance.
“About how you would look in a dress.” A small smirk appeared on his lips as he said those words.
Stanley’s eye twitched. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you Xeno?" He said.
“Oh Stan, I enjoy this very much.” Xeno’s chuckle was low, refined, and entirely unapologetic, very satisfied.
“You have the proportions for it,” Xeno continued, gaze drifting over Stanley's body. “Tall, lean frame, defined shoulders, small waist, your silhouette is very elegant after all”
Stanley stared at him as if reconsidering whether civilization truly deserved to be rebuilt.
“I am a military captain,” Stanley said slowly. “Not a decorative asset, if you forgot"
Xeno tilted his head slightly. “Multifunctionality is efficient.”
Stanley closed the distance in two long steps, without any warning, he pinched Xeno sharply at the waist like he always do when he's pissed off by his boyfriend.
Xeno inhaled sharply. “Stanley, wait"
“You left me to be a sacrifice.”
“In a beautiful dress.” Xeno grin.
With that Stanley gave him another pinch, slightly firmer, and Xeno’s shoulders twitched despite himself.
“Physical retaliation is a vey primitive response, Stan" He said as he tried to pry Stanley's fingers away from his waist.
“You deserve worse.”
Xeno finally laughed properly then, soft and unrestrained. Stanley just huffed and released him before stepped back with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“This is absurd.”
“Undeniably.”
“I will be the subject of ridicule.”
“On the contrary,” Xeno said calmly, straightening. “You will be the subject of my fascination.”
Stanley shot him a look.
Xeno’s gaze softened just a fraction. “They are rebuilding the world,” he said. “If this brings them joy for a day… I think it's not that bad, Stan. After the things we did to them before..."
Stanley was quiet after that, " I don’t like being viewed as an eye candy,” Stanley muttered.
“I know.”
Xeno stepped closer now, just enough to lower his voice.
“But,” he added lightly, “you will look exquisite, an eye candy beautiful than anyone else"
Stanley pinched him again..
Xeno winced this time, finally surrendering with a raised hand. Stanley sighed again, long and resigned, though there was the faintest flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes now.
“This is your fault somehow,” he said in defeat.
Xeno smiled and said. “Most things are.”
The very next morning, the volunteers are dragged into the designer’s private room. The fabric rolls lay stacked neatly on a long wooden table, while various papers with dress designs are pinned around the wall, and other sewing materials scatter across the floor for easy access.
At the center of it all stood Yuzuriha, their designer, looking at them excitedly.
“I volunteer to make all the outfits!” she had announced excitedly at the meeting yesterday, and of course, no one had been foolish enough to object, because when it comes to clothes designs, no one is as passionate as her.
Now she fluttered between them with a measuring tape draped around her neck like a badge of honor, and her eyes sparkled with creative delight, sketches tucked under her arm.
“Everyone, line up, line up! Oh, I’ve been waiting for this!” she clasped her hands together. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Minami had stepped forward first, practically bouncing in place. “I barely slept last night,” Minami admitted, brushing her hair back. “I kept thinking about dresses. Do you think I’d look good in something flowy? Or maybe fitted? Or both?”
Yuzuriha laughed softly as she wrapped the tape around Minami’s waist. “You’ll look stunning in anything, but tell me the color palette you wanted to have.”
“Something bright,” Minami said immediately. “Maybe just like this color? Magenta or pink?”
“Got it,” Yuzuriha hummed, jotting notes down. “A color that shines under the lights but doesn’t overpower you. Leave it to me.”
Nikki was next, arms crossed but visibly a little shy before she unfolded a small paper she had clearly prepared beforehand.
“I made a list,” Nikki said shyly. “I want detachable sleeves, layered ruffles, maybe metallic trims, and definitely some cute accessories.”
Gen snickered from the back. “You’re commissioning a dress, not a battleship.”
Nikki shot him a look. “Fashion is war.”
Yuzuriha giggled, carefully writing down every request as she measured Nikki’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, Nikki, I’ll make sure to add all of your requests.”
“Every single one?” Nikki looked at her shyly.
“Every single one,” Yuzuriha confirmed with a nod.
"Just call me when you need help, I'll make sure to assist you" She said happily before sitting in the corner.
Charlotte was a little shy when her measurements were being taken, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her belt.
“Please relax, Ms. Charlotte,” Yuzuriha said gently. “This will just take a few seconds. I’ll make sure that you’ll be comfortable.”
“I… I don’t want it to be too flashy,” Charlotte murmured.
“Then we’ll make it elegant,” Yuzuriha replied warmly. “Soft lines. Something that feels like you.”
Charlotte’s shoulders eased slightly. “Thank you.”
Chelsea and Maya, on the other hand, were pure energy.
“Ooo, can I see that sketch?” Chelsea leaned over the table even while being measured. “Is that lace? That’s lace, right? Will it look good on me?!”
“Yes, but, please, Chelsea, stand still!” Yuzuriha laughed as the tape slipped.
Maya spun dramatically when it was her turn. “If I sing, will that affect the measurements?”
“Yes!” several people groaned at once as she launched into a bright, cheerful melody.
“Please don’t inhale too deeply,” Yuzuriha said calmly, as if she had weathered storms far worse than Maya's concerts. “I need your normal posture.”
“Normal posture is boring,” Maya protested, but she complied… mostly.
Lastly, Kohaku’s process was a little different because she would wear a coat and pants instead of a dress.
“I want to be able to move freely,” Kohaku said. “No tight restrictions.” As she slightly moved her legs around to motion the part she wanted to be flexible,
“I know,” Yuzuriha nodded seriously, crouching slightly to check the inseam measurement. “I’ll add allowance here and here. You’ll be able to jump, run, even kick if you have to.”
Kohaku’s eyes brightened. “That's great, Thanks!”
After that, she let the girls look at the other designs on the table so they could add more things to the dresses they wanted.
“Next!” she chimed cheerfully, turning toward the guys with renewed enthusiasm.
Ryusui stepped forward first, of course, and then spread his arms exaggeratedly. “Make it bold, make it luxurious.”
Yuzuriha giggled while looping the tape around Ryusui’s shoulders. “I already designed something luxurious for you. I made sure that it has a tailcoat, fitted waist, and gold accents.”
Ryusui grinned brightly. “Gold accents? Excellent taste. As expected.”
“And polished shoes,” Yuzuriha added.
“Haha! I desire it already!” Ryusui’s voice boomed around the room once again.
After a while, Gen was next, he watched his own reflection in a polished mirror while being measured.
“Please ensure it flatters my best angles, Yuzuriha-chan~” he drawled.
“I know all your best angles,” Yuzuriha replied sweetly. “I’ll tailor it to emphasize your shoulders and keep the waist sleek.”
“Music to my ears,” Gen sighed dramatically.
After that, even Tsukasa complied without any complaint. He stood there like a marble statue while she measured his chest and arms.
“Could you lift your arm slightly?” Yuzuriha asked.
He did so immediately.
“Do you prefer something fitted or looser around the shoulders?” she inquired.
“Something practical,” Tsukasa answered calmly. “It should not restrict movement.”
“Understood,” she nodded, scribbling notes.
Tsukasa gave a small approving nod.
When it was Hyoga’s turn, he simply observed calmly while his measurements were taken.
“You’re very precise,” Hyoga remarked softly as she adjusted the tape around his collar.
Yuzuriha smiled. “I have to be. Clothes should fit like they were meant to exist only for the person wearing them.”
“How philosophical,” Hyoga replied, offering the faintest approving nod. “I look forward to seeing the result.”
Ukyo’s turn was quiet and easy, he smiled softly as Yuzuriha adjusted the tape at his shoulders.
“Is this comfortable?” she asked gently.
“Yes, thank you,” Ukyo replied. “You’re working very hard.”
“I’m happy to,” she said brightly.
When she finished, he bowed his head slightly. “I’m sure it will be wonderful.”
Everyone seemed delighted by the process, then suddenly...
“Stanley!” Yuzuriha beamed.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this!”
That was not reassuring, Stanley thought to himself as he stood still as she approached, tape measure ready. He was a little awkward as she measured him, he was not very used on other people being too close to him.
“Relax,” Yuzuriha said kindly.
“I am relaxed.”
She circled him carefully, measuring shoulders, waist, and hips. Yuzuriha paused, stepping back to admire her numbers as her eyes sparkled. “You have such beautiful proportions,” she said brightly. “Tall and lean, and your waistline is so defined, also your legs are amazing.”
Stanley blinked once.
“I had so much fun drawing the design for your clothes,” she continued enthusiastically, pulling out her sketchbook. “You have this naturally elegant silhouette. It’s strong, but also… refined. Very sexy and feminine at the same time.”
A shiver ran down Stanley’s spine as he saw the different design that she showed him, the design was… intricate.
Fitted bodice, a flowing skirt with layered fabric, and a slightly high neckline. Stanley was sure that there was a subtle but undeniably intentional shaping going on around the dress.
“I was thinking of accentuating your waist and giving the skirt a slight flare,” Yuzuriha continued happily. “Nothing too heavy, just enough to complement your frame.”
“I would prefer,” he said carefully, “a normal dress, like those maid dresses that you see on TV before."
Yuzuriha tilted her head. “This is normal, just a little tweak.”
“Normal for who?” Stanley said as he looked at the design again, it was far from normal.
“For you!” Yuzuriha said, she leaned in slightly, eyes shining. “Trust me. When you wear it, everyone will gasp.”
Stanley did not want gasps, he just closed his eyes briefly. He had faced petrification, war, and survival in a primitive world, but this, somehow, felt more perilous than those other challenges.
Yuzuriha finished jotting down his measurements with cheerful satisfaction. “Perfect! I’ll start sewing immediately.”
Stanley exhaled slowly, long and resigned.
As a few days passed....
The chosen venue was none other than Francois’s restaurant. Francois is the one who suggested it because they said that it was the easiest place for people to visit because it was in the middle of the settlement and almost all of the route lead there.
So without any hesitation, Minami and the other girls accepted their offer and started decorating the place. Heart-shaped lanterns were strung across the beams overhead, soft fabric draped along the walls, turning the high-class restaurant into a warmer and cozier place to rest. Hand-carved heart ornaments were also hung from newly installed hooks from the ceiling. Tables were also rearranged with careful spacing so the maids and butlers can move freely once the cafe is filled with customers.
Minami directed decoration placement like a commander, while Nikki handled logistics and crowd flow, as Maya kept track of materials. And at the center of the kitchen storm stood Francois, and Charlotte also helped them prepare the menu.
“The menu must reflect balance,” Francois stated smoothly, gloved hands moving with grace as ingredients were prepared. “Sweet, but not overwhelming. Elegant, but accessible.”
Ryusui leaned against the counter, watching with delight. “I have my expectations of you, Francois.”
“No worries, it will be flawless,” Francois replied without missing a beat.
Chocolate was melted down carefully, berries preserves were simmered. Fresh bread was baked until golden and fragrant, while tea blends were tested repeatedly until the flavor profile achieved what Francois described as appropriate for Valentine's Day.
Meanwhile, in a separate workspace, Yuzuriha Ogawa stitched as if her life depended on it.
Fabric shimmered beneath her hands, and lace was attached delicately to the main fabric. Buttons were sewn, seams reinforced, and hems adjusted for each person who will wear it. She hummed the entire time happily, utterly in her zone and living her dreams.
Every now and then, she would hold up a finished piece to the light and sigh with satisfaction.
“Perfect.”
The other volunteers practiced serving etiquette. Gen demonstrated multiple exaggerated bows. Ryusui insisted on perfect posture while holding a tray, Kohaku nearly dropped a teapot three times as she tried to serve it to Senku.
And Stanley...Stanley was carrying chairs, instead of practicing, he was doing anything just not to be dragged in practice. He doesn't want to be there, but his boyfriend, Xeno, had physically pushed him out of the laboratory those days.
“You are avoiding your duty,” Xeno had said calmly.
“I am preserving my dignity.”
“Go assist them.”
“I was not asking for instruction.”
Xeno had opened the lab door, placed a firm hand on Stanley’s shoulder, and steered him outside with efficiency.
“Go help them.”
Then he closed the door without any hesitation, Stanley had stood there for a full five seconds before realizing he had, in fact, been evicted.
And so now he was here, lifting tables, securing lantern ropes, helping to stabilize decorative arches.
Minami noticed immediately. “Look at that cooperation!”
“I am not enjoying this,” Stanley replied flatly.
Nikki handed him another stack of folded tablecloths. “Doesn’t matter. You’re useful.”
He exhaled sharply but took them anyway.
Gen followed behind Stanley with a smirk. “I do admire your commitment.”
“I am here under duress.” But still he continued working.
By the time the sun dipped lower, the restaurant no longer looked like some expensive looking restuarant. The scent of chocolate and fresh bread drifted through the air, making it cozy and lovely to the eyes and nose.
Stanley adjusted one last decoration and stepped back. "It did look… impressive." He folded his arms, trying not to admit that maybe, just maybe, this ridiculous idea had grown into something worth enjoying.
Behind him, someone called his name again for help with another decoration, he sighed in defeat and walked toward them anyway.
Finally, the evening before Valentine’s Day arrived.
Francois’ restaurant had fully refurnished and decorated for Valentine's, but right now the doors firmly shut, curtains drawn, so no villager can be spoiled with the surprise for tommorrows cafe opening. Right now, only the chosen participants gathered inside the restaurant's back room.
At the center stood Yuzuriha, “Okay!” she clapped her hands softly. “This is a private fitting. No one else sees anything until tomorrow. Let's start the fitting now, so I can make last minute adjustments if the clothes doesn't fit you perfectly"
On one side of the room stood the “maids” which are Minami, Nikki, Chelsea, Amaryllis, Charlotte, Maya and Stanley.
While on the other side, the “butlers”: Ryusui, Gen, Tsukasa, Hyoga, Ukyo and Kohaku.
Yuzuriha gave Minami her dress first and made her enter the dressing room to give her privacy, as Minami stepped behind the screen and emerged moments later in a classic sweetheart maid design.
The dress was soft rose-pink, fitted at the waist with a corset that gently lifted and shaped her silhouette. The neckline dipped into a modest sweetheart curve, not overly revealing but undeniably flattering with puffed short sleeves framing her shoulders, a white apron layered delicately over her skirt, embroidered with tiny heart patterns stitched in pale gold thread to match her blonde hair. The skirt flared just enough to twirl dramatically, the hem trimmed with lace that brushed mid-thigh in a way that felt playful rather than innocent.
“It’s so adorable!” she squealed, spinning.
The lace headband framed her face perfectly, but Yuzuriha had added a thin satin ribbon choker around her neck, tied neatly with a tiny heart-shaped charm that rested just above her collarbone. It gave the whole look a slightly more mature polish without stealing the soft vibes around her.
Nikki said as she takes a closer look. “You’re so cute.”
Minami said thank you and bowed politely just like how they practiced a few days ago.
Next is Nikki, Yuzuriha had adjusted the design entirely, she focused on a cuter vibe than sexy, the light red fabric was softened into a warm strawberry shade, still bold, but cute. The sleeves was detachable just like she requested, though now they were trimmed with delicate white lace and tiny satin bows near the cuffs. The high collar was kept, but embroidered with subtle heart-shaped stitching that only became visible up close.
The apron was still crisp white, tied firmly at the back, but instead of sharp, clean pleats alone, the skirt had gentle, layered ruffles that bounced slightly when she moved. A small frilled hem peeked beneath the red fabric, adding dimension without overwhelming her solid frame. The silhouette still flattered her strength, but now it framed it in softness rather than discipline.
“And,” Yuzuriha added proudly, lifting something from the table, “accessories.”
She placed a lace headband with miniature rosebuds on Nikki’s head, adjusting it carefully. “A maid crown would be too strict. This is cuter.”
Nikki crossed her arms, trying very hard not to smile. “It’s… frillier than I expected.”
“Too much?” Yuzuriha asked, tilting her head.
Nikki glanced at the reflection in the mirror, the softer color, the lace details, the tiny bows, the headband. “…No,” Nikki muttered. “I can work with this.”
“You look amazing,” Charlotte said warmly. “It suits you. Strong and adorable.”
Nikki coughed, slightly embarrassed. “Don’t make it weird.”
But her fingers unconsciously adjusted the tiny rosebuds on her headband, making sure they sat just right on her head.
Chelsea stepped out of the room next, her dress was light orange, soft and bright like sunset glow. The long flowing sleeves draped lightly over her arms, fluttering when she moved. The a cute heart style apron on top of the dress neatly fitted, tied at the waist with a small white ribbon that added a youthful charm.
The skirt swayed gently around her legs, and delicate silver embroidery traced constellations along the hem, the stitched stars shimmered faintly under the light because of the thread used.
“It matches your explorer vibe,” Yuzuriha explained happily. “Bright, adventurous, but still sweet.”
Chelsea brushed her fingers over the silver threads. “It’s light,” she noted, taking a small turn. “I can move easily in this.”
“I added small hidden pockets too,” Yuzuriha added with a grin.
Chelsea’s smile widened. “I like it.”
Then came Amaryllis, her dress was ivory and deep emerald, the colors blending into a regal yet gentle vibe. The corset-style bodice was structured perfectly to her form, emerald panels shaping her waist while ivory lace softened the lines. The off-shoulder neckline revealed her collarbone but it is not that bold but refined instead along with a long silk gloves that reached above her elbows. The skirt cascaded in layered silk, that reaches above her ankles.
Yuzuriha smiled brightly. “I wanted something graceful and pure.”
Amaryllis lightly touched the edge of her glove, tilting her head. “It’s very lovely,” she said softly. “I suppose I can serve tea without frightening anyone.”
Gen clutched his chest dramatically. “You’re radiant.”
Amaryllis blinked at him, wide eyed. “Oh? Is it really that noticeable?”
There was just the faintest curve at the corner of her lips.
Chelsea leaned toward Nikki. “She looks harmless.”
“Don’t be fooled,” Nikki whispered back.
Amaryllis folded her hands neatly in front of her apron, posture perfect, smile gentle. “I’ll do my best,” she said sweetly, but the way her eyes glinted suggested she already knew exactly what she was doing.
Next is Charlotte, who emerged in soft cream and a pastel blue dress, the round neckline framed her gently, while subtle lace trimming lined the sleeves like delicate frosting. The apron was lightly fitted, not tight, just enough to shape her figure naturally with small embroidered flowers stitched carefully along the edges in pale thread. The skirt itself fell just below her knees, swaying quietly when she moved. She looked comforting, just like a comforting older sister.
Yuzuriha smiled warmly. “I thought softer tones would suit you best.”
Charlotte nervously smoothed the apron. “It’s… very lovely.”
Minami clasped her hands. “You’re perfect.”
Charlotte blushed softly. “Th-Thank you… I’ll try my best to serve tomorrow.”
Last is Maya, who had insisted on practicality, her dress was a clean monochrome design: black base, crisp white apron, minimal frills. The silhouette was sleek, almost modern, the waist was fitted, the skirt fell straight, and the edges were sharp rather than soft or fluffy, every line seemed made for movement and efficiency.
Maya turned slowly, testing the skirt. “It’s efficient,” she said approvingly.
“It’s chic,” Minami corrected, leaning in to admire the simplicity.
Yuzuriha nodded. “Exactly, functional, but still elegant.”
Maya smirked faintly. “I can work on this all day, thanks”
After that, Yuzuriha turned toward the butlers and gave them their uniforms so they can test it too.
The first one to try it is Ryusui, who stepped out of the fitting room in a tailored midnight-blue tailcoat, the gold embroidery along the cuffs catching the light with every movement he makes, it was the same kind of thread used on Chelsea's skirt. A crisp white shirt and satin cravat framed his neck elegantly, while fitted trousers emphasized his long legs, giving him an air of effortless sophistication.
He said dramatically with one hand on his chest. “Magnificent.”
Gen muttered from the side, eyes narrowing in mock jealousy, “It suits you too well.”
Ryusui’s grin widened. “Of course it does. One must always look the part of a true gentleman.”
Yuzuriha clapped softly. “The details are very perfect. Regal, but playful., it suits your character very well.
Ryusui gave a low bow, letting the tails of his coat sweep the floor. “I accept no less than perfection, Thank you, Yuzuriha.”
Gen immediately went inside the fitting room after Ryusui and only took a few minutes before he stepped forward in a charcoal-gray suit with subtle pinstripes. The slim cut hugged his frame perfectly, and the long coat tails added a dash of drama. Beneath, a dark plum vest peeked out, that resemble he usual clothing that add to his character. He adjusted his gloves and tilting his head slightly before saying. “I feel very charming.”
“You always do,” Yuzuriha said gently, a soft smile on her lips.
Gen smirked, one eyebrow lifting. “Ah, but now I can charm while serving tea and secrets.”
Yuzuriha chuckled. “Exactly the vibe I wanted, a polished, confident, and a little playful butler."
He smirk and gave a small bow. “Shall I begin my duties, then?”
After that, Tsukasa stepped out in deep forest green, tailored sharply to his powerful frame. His broad shoulders were emphasized, the waist tapered cleanly, lines crisp and flawless, the design has minimal decoration, just like he wanted.
He merely nodded. “It is comfortable.”
Yuzuriha nodded subtly, impressed. “Sleek, disciplined and utterly captivating.”
Gen muttered under his breath, “Intimidating and stylish. Of course, he will go with that vibe~"
Tsukasa’s lips twitched just barely, like the ghost of a smile, and he stood straight as a statue, every inch the impeccable butler with a presence that could quiet a room with just a stare.
Now, Hyoga stepped forward in a silver-gray suit with sleek cuts, the long fitted coat fell smoothly behind him, moving like tail with each step. A high collar framed his neck sharply, and black gloves added a touch of formality, completing the composed, commanding look.
“This is nice,” he said calmly.
Gen said. “Like a refined cold price, perfect for your aura.”
Hyoga just nodded and go back in the corner to test the comfortability of the clothes.
As Hyoga walked away, Ukyo stepped forward in soft navy and white coat, the fabric was light and less sharper than the others. A subtle ribbon tie replaced a cravat, adding a gentle, understated charm. The suit moved fluidly with him, sleeves brushing lightly against his wrists, the coat tails swaying softly as he walked.
He looked kind, approachable, quietly handsome in a way that made people feel at ease without even trying.
Yuzuriha smiled warmly. “Gentle and inviting… exactly the effect I wanted.”
Ukyo offered a small nod and a faint smile. “Thank you. It feels… very comfortable.”
Then, Kohaku, she emerged in her tailored butler attire, dark charcoal with reinforced inner lining to keep the shape crisp. The jacket was cut straighter across the waist, minimizing curves, while subtle shoulder padding added just enough broadness to look commanding without appearing stiff. The trousers fell cleanly, skimming her legs and allowing easy movement.
The high collar framed her face, and her hair was tied back neatly, though a few rebellious strands escaped. She looked like a disciplined young knight ready to take charge.
Kohaku flexed experimentally. “It was very flexible!”
“Of course it does,” Yuzuriha said proudly.
Gen stared in awe. “You… you actually look like a professional.”
Kohaku smirked slightly, almost embarrassed, and gave a little hop. “I’ll try not to knock over anything important.”
Gen chuckled. “Professional… with a hint of disaster.”
Kohaku shrugged. “Exactly.”
And finally “Stanley,” Yuzuriha called gently.
From behind the door, Stanley stepped out, the dress was deep purple with black lace overlay, seductive yet refined. The bodice hugged his torso perfectly, structured to accentuate his naturally narrow waist while subtly shaping his silhouette. The neckline now rose into a high collar, trimmed with delicate lace that framed his jawline elegantly, alluring, yet giving a touch of sophistication and poise.
The long sheer sleeves clung delicately along his arms, lace tracing intricate patterns that drew the eye without overwhelming. The skirt flowed in layered fabric, graceful with each step, the movement restrained yet teasingly suggestive. A fitted waist ribbon tied at the back emphasized the curve Yuzuriha had so enthusiastically admired.
His hair had been lightly styled, soft waves framing his face, lending subtle innocence to balance the sexy elegance of the dress.
Stanley stood stiffly, clearly uncomfortable, but he was very stunning. Yuzuriha even suggested for him to wear a wig but Stanley stop her and said that the dress is already enough.
Chelsea’s eyes widened, sparkling, Amaryllis tilted her head, studying him with quiet appreciation, she appreciates beauty more than anything after all.
Yuzuriha clasped her hands together. “Didn't I told you, you look beautiful.”
Stanley felt warmth spreading through his chest. "I asked for normal and simple design.” he muttered, voice low.
Yuzuriha beamed. “This is my normal.”
Stanley just sigh in defeat and accepted his fate.
February 14th arrived
The morning sun had barely stretched over the horizon when a small crowd began gathering outside Francois’s restaurant. By 8:30, the line had grown long enough to make even Ryusui whistle in astonishment. People carrying small gifts, bouquets, or just bright smiles leaned on each other, chattering excitedly. The scent of baked bread, freshly brewed tea, and simmering chocolate wafted from the restaurant doors, teasing them.
By 9:00 sharp, the bell above the door jingled and the cafe opened.
From inside, every volunteer was in position, the maids and butlers, Minami, Nikki, Chelsea, Amaryllis, Charlotte, Maya, Stanley, Ryusui, Gen, Tsukasa, Hyoga, Ukyo, Kohaku, and Luna who was added last minute because they caught her eavesdropping at them yesterday, stood in their assigned spots, hands poised, smiles bright, their movements were polished and refined, just like a true trained maids & butlers.
“Welcome! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Minami chimed, twirling slightly so the apron flared perfectly.
“Please come in!” Chelsea added, bowing gracefully.
Stanley, despite his inner grumbling, offered a soft but elegant smile, sweeping a bow at the first customers. The skirt of his dress fluttered lightly with his movements, each step measured yet smooth.
Ryusui leaned with a practiced casual charm, carrying a tray with flawless poise, while Gen flitted about with theatrical bows and soft, teasing smiles.
Kohaku’s butler posture was perfect, shoulders squared, voice calm, eyes attentive but a little clumsy. Even Tsukasa, towering and formidable, managed a subtle nod that somehow radiated gentle welcome.
No one dared break character, after all, Francois and Yuzuriha had trained them well. And, if anyone dared forget their characters, because no one wanted to see them angry.
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Training flashbacks..
The days before, the restaurant had been a battlefield of etiquette and service, Francois had been very merciless on all of them.
“Posture! Chest forward, shoulders back, Master Ryusui!” Francois barked at Ryusui, whose naturally flamboyant posture had been too casual. The hand holding the tray had been lightly smacked. “Do not carry it like a parade float!”
Tsukasa had frowned, arms crossed, thinking his size made him untouchable. Francois approached with their calm, unyielding gaze. A gentle tap on the shoulder. “Your height does not excuse poor manners. Bow again.” Tsukasa repeated the bow, perfectly, but not without a subtle frown because of stress.
Hyoga, usually calm, had hesitated over the correct angle for serving tea. Francois had tapped the table edge sharply. “Your hesitation shows disrespect. Start over.”
“Your hands! They tremble slightly! Master Stanley" Francois had scolded, pinching the edge of the cloth on the tray. “Imagine every customer is observing your every detail. One slip is unacceptable!”
Stanley’s jaw had tightened, hands steadying the tray. “I am fully capable—”
Francois had raised a gloved finger and lightly tapped the side of Stanley’s wrist. “Then act capable!”
The maids and butlers alike had been subjected to the same strict regimen. Not a single volunteer, not even the formidable Tsukasa, the calm Hyoga, or the otherwise stoic Stanley, had escaped Francois’ meticulous corrections.
By the end of the week, they had all learned the choreography perfectly: the precise angle of a bow, the gentle sway of a tray, the sweet but attentive smile. They had learned the rhythm of service, the language of manners and charm, the art of hospitality under pressure.
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Right now, standing in line, customers were greeted with polished elegance, each movement effortless. The cafe was alive, laughter, chatter, and clinking cups filled the air. And all the volunteers, from maids to butlers, executed their roles flawlessly, a testament to Francois’ strict but effective training.
The first Valentine’s Day service of the Kingdom of Science had begun.
The cafe buzzed with a steady rhythm as sunlight streamed through the windows, glinting off polished silverware and candlelight. Each table seemed to hum with the unique flavor of its server, and the customers having been subtly directed by Francois and Yuzuriha’s careful seating plan quickly found themselves exactly where they wanted to be.
For those who desired a cool and sexy presence, Minami was the centerpiece. Her rose-pink maid dress, lace headband perched just-so, and confident smile drew admiring glances immediately. Beside her, a slightly flustered Luna mirrored the outfit, Yuzuriha’s spare dress fitting her perfectly. Together, they moved with effortless charm, Minami exuding the cool elegance her fans adored, Luna trying to keep pace and laughing lightly when she stumbled, keeping her visual as a capable gal. Each plate and cup delivered was met with appreciation, the duo balancing sleek allure with approachable warmth.
As for those customers who craved energetic, playful personalities drifted toward Chelsea and Maya. Chelsea’s charming and lovely personality caught people's attention as her hands fluttering as she spoke animatedly, telling little anecdotes with a laugh. Maya, in her monochrome dress, paired precision with charm, her motions efficient yet sprinkled with playful gestures. Customers were drawn into their lively chatter, laughter spilling across the room, sometimes forgetting the coffee steaming in their cups while enchanted by the duo’s endless energy.
For those who preferred lovely and polite maids, Charlotte and Amaryllis were the perfect choice. Charlotte’s soft and shy smiles melted hearts. Amaryllis, moved with delicate elegance, offering a soft word and gentle courtesy. Their quiet attentiveness made each moment feel personal, as though the world outside had paused just for them. Eyes and hearts alike were drawn to the subtle grace they embodied.
The girls who came for princely and blunt butlers found themselves charmed by Ryusui Nanami and Gen Asagiri. Ryusui’s actions as he leaned with casual authority, a tray balanced in perfect poise make girls squeal in delight. Gen, with his theatrical flair to draw admiring gasps. Both served with confidence, reading their customers’ desires effortlessly while maintaining a relaxed, princely air that made everyone feel honored to be served.
Those who preferred silent, charismatic, and calm personalities were entranced by Hyoga, Ukyo, and Tsukasa. Hyoga’s composed movements exuded refreshing serenity. Ukyo’s soft expressions made each gesture feel personal and comforting. Tsukasa, offered subtle glances and brief smiles, making the girls swoon at the coolness. Their presence alone was enough to make guests relax completely, as though they had found a rare moment of peace in a world.
For those who liked a bit of handsome imperfection, Kohaku was the center of attention. Her slight clumsiness, a tray slightly tilted here and there, a soft stumble there, only added to her charm. She moved with determined effort, trying her best to combine elegance and competence, and her customers couldn’t help but cheer her on, enjoying the mixture of grace and human imperfection.
And then there were the bold souls who came for a thrilling, unexpected experience. They found themselves served by Stanley. Stanley’s service were precise, efficient, almost mechanical, yet every action carried a subtle beauty. A smile flickered across his face now and then, brief but genuine. Cups of coffee, slices of cake, small gestures—everything was delivered with smooth expertise. Patrons leaned forward, fascinated, unable to look away from the surprising blend of elegance, competence, and quiet charm he exuded.
Once the clock strikes 12 the line was cut off for the staff to be able to have a 1 hour break. The café had finally quite down after they opened it earlier. The morning rush of Valentine’s Day orders was over, leaving behind the soft hum of the ovens and the faint sweetness of chocolate lingering in the air.
Yuzuriha clapped her hands. “Break time, everyone!”
A collective sigh of relief went up, even Ryusui leaned back against the counter, grinning but visibly tired. “Ah… finally, a moment to breathe.”
Minami twirled in place, then plopped into a chair. “I needed this,” she said, grabbing a heart-shaped macaron.
Chelsea stretched her arms above her head. “I could nap right here.” She took a sip of iced tea, as she took off her glasses and rub her tired eyes.
Stanley settled into a corner with a small chocolate truffle, fingers fidgeting around it. “It’s… quieter now,” he murmured.
“Quiet?” Ryusui’s grin widened. “I don’t think quiet has ever existed around me.”
Gen leaned casually against the counter. “Please, Ryusui. Let's rest for a while, okay?~"
Maya perched on a stool, arms crossed. “Ah, this is what I need right now" she muttered, taking a slow sip of coffee.
Charlotte carefully picked at a cookie, offering Minami a shy smile. “These are… really good.”
Amaryllis polished a silver tray with measured movements. “The guests will remember our service,” she said softly, eyes glinting with quiet mischief.
Kohaku leaned against the wall, one hand in her pocket. “If someone doesn’t watch me, I might actually fall asleep, I didn't know that serving was actually this tiring” she said, stretching.
Hyoga sipped tea calmly, not missing a beat, while Ukyo’s soft smile drifted toward anyone who looked his way.
Ryusui whistled. “Group photo!”
“No,” Stanley groaned, ducking behind his truffle.
“Too late,” Gen said smoothly, already pulling out Minami's camera. “Events like this deserves documentation.”
Yuzuriha set down a tray of fresh chocolates. “I’m proud of all of you. This morning was incredible!”
Maya bit into a cookie. “It’s amazing what you can do when no one’s yelling at you to serve faster.”
Nikki leaned back, looking at the plates of pastries with a small smile. “Cute cakes… my kind of break.”
Luna and Minami in the corner exchanges the pastries in front of them with each other and talking to Charlotte and Maya.
The room settled into a comfortable rhythm, everyone savoring the break, the warmth, and the quiet companionship that made the hectic morning worthwhile.
After the mid day break
The cafe was filled again with lively chatter, clinking cups, and the soft scrape of chairs against polished wood. They moved between tables, tray balanced effortlessly, greeting each customer with a brief, polite smile that was somehow both efficient and graceful.
Stanley was so busy that he barely noticed the passing time, focused entirely on serving pastries and coffee with perfect timing. That he even failed to see his lover entered the cafe just a few minutes ago.
At the corner of the cafe, almost blending into the shadows, sat Xeno, he leaned back slightly, arms folded, his usual sharp expression softened with quiet amusement. His obsidian eyes followed Stanley’s every move, observing the careful turns the latter makes.
Stanley didn’t notice him at all, no matter how much Xeno stares, he was too focused, too preoccupied with his tasks. Until Xeno’s voice, carried across the distance.
“Excuse me, Stanley.”
Stanley froze mid-step, cheeks warming instantly. He glanced toward the corner and saw Xeno seated there. His heart gave an almost imperceptible skip.
“Ah—right, good afternoon, may I take your order?" Stanley stammered, quickly straightening his posture. He carried the menu over, trying not to let the fluster show.
Xeno’s lips curved into a faint, teasing smile. “You… really do look elegant like this. More than I expected.” His tone carried that light teasing they both knew, but beneath it was genuine praise. “I’ve never seen you move with such… grace.”
Stanley’s face flushed deeper, ears warming. He huffed softly, a small puff of air as he tried to regain composure. “I’m… just doing my job, so what's your order” he muttered, lowering his gaze briefly.
Xeno’s eyes softened, though the teasing sparkle remained. “Just a sliced of Tiramisu Cake and a cup of black coffee please"
Stanley could feel the heat creeping up his neck, and he quickly nodded, gripping the menu a little tighter. “I got it, please wait a moment"
He returned to the counter where Francois waited, taking the order and noting it carefully, trying to ignore the lingering warmth from Xeno’s stares.
From his corner, Xeno watched silently, allowing a satisfied smile to settle on his face. Stanley was elegant, poised, and utterly beautiful—not just in appearance, but in the confidence with which he carried himself, even in a dress he had reluctantly worn. And for the first time that day, Xeno allowed himself to admire him fully without any teasing in his mind.
Xeno had finished his order, sipping slowly, observing the gentle scene in the cafe. He stayed only twenty minutes, enough to quietly admire Stanley moving with grace in that custom made dress, before giving a faint nod of approval and heading back to his lab. The familiar hum of machinery and data reports awaited him, and he slipped away without disturbing the flow of the cafe.
As the sun finally dipped in the horizon, the cafe's last customer finally left the establishment which the cue that the shift is finally done.
Now, the team worked together to clear tables, stack trays, and carefully store decorations. Steam rose from the last few mugs of tea, and the aroma of chocolate lingered in the air like a sweet memory. Stanley wiped down a table, shoulders stiff from hours of polite smiles and careful movement.
But before they go back to their own houses to change their clothes, Francois insisted that they eat some pastries and take a picture to remember that day. No one disagreed and they stayed there for about 30 more minutes.
After that, they are free to go, finally, Stanley sighed, ready to escape to his house and change back into his usual clothes, buut before he could step fully into the back door, a firm grip caught his arm.
“Hey—wait—what are you—”
He was yanked through the back door before he could finish protesting. The cool evening air hit him as he stumbled, only to be steadied by a familiar, strong presence.
Xeno’s hand was firm on his waist, guiding him with ease, the walk was quick, it was practically a sprint, toward Xeno’s house, which is conveniently close to the cafe site, Stanley’s protests were muffled, half shouted, half amused.
“Xeno! What—why—”
The moment the door closed behind them, Stanley barely had time to catch his breath before Xeno’s other hand cupped his cheek. The world seemed to stop as, Xeno leaned in, lips brushing against Stanley’s with gentle motion.
Stanley froze for a heartbeat, he was surprised and flustered by the sudden action but the kiss was gentle, so he immediately returned it. The dress rustled softly under their movements, sleeves brushing, the scent of chocolate and coffee from earlier still faint in the air.
When they finally parted, Stanley’s cheeks were flushed, lips tingling, and his heartbeat stubbornly refusing to slow down. Xeno’s eyes held that faint teasing glimmer, softened only by genuine admiration.
“You worked hard today,” Xeno murmured, voice low but warm. “I wanted to make sure you knew it and reward you for it.”
Stanley huffed softly, leaning into the palm that still rested against his cheek. “Y-You don’t… have to drag me here forcefully, you could just ask me"
Xeno smirked and said smugly. “I don’t ask., Stan. I just act to claim what's mine.”