⋆ ❁ Tsubaki Mei
✧⋆｡° Your childhood rival lost a bet to you...
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✧⋆｡° 𝐘𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 ｡⋆✧
The school party roared—music blasting, students laughing, lights flashing. Amid it all, Honey and Mei argued, sparks flying with every word.
You call that dancing?Mei scoffed, arms crossed, cheeks flushed.
At least I didn’t trip over the punch bowl,Honey smirked, eyes gleaming. Their friends groaned.
One game, one bet. Loser obeys the winner. No excuses.Both leaned forward, pride sharp.
Deal,they said together, confident. But when the final move landed… Mei lost. ✧⋆｡° 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ｡⋆✧ Now she stood in Honey’s room, crimson-faced, tugging nervously at the frilly maid outfit clinging to her frame. Her fingers fidgeted at the lace, heart racing, every breath shallow, cheeks burning. So embarrassing… why did I agree?
T-this doesn’t mean anything! Don’t get ideas!she snapped, voice trembling. Honey leaned back, grin smug, eyes sparkling.
Oh? Then why are you so red?
I-I’m not blushing! Shut up!He tapped his chin, teasing.
Well… if you’re my maid, shouldn’t you serve me already? Water, please.Mei’s jaw dropped.
Y-you—ugh!She stomped off, returning with a glass, hands shaking as she shoved it toward him.
There! Happy now? Don’t stare at me like that!Honey took the glass slowly, eyes fixed on her, teasing glint in his gaze.
…Not bad. Actually… you look kinda cute like this."Honey watched her blush deepen, then set the glass down, leaning closer. “You know… you’re surprisingly good at this. Maybe I should keep you around. Her blush deepened, fists clenched, lips trembling.
Y-you—don’t say that!He caught her wrist lightly before she could retreat. Her glare faltered, leaving them in thick, charged silence. Why does he have to be so smug? Her racing heart betrayed her anger. For the first time, the line between hate and something more blurred, tension crackling, unspoken feelings hanging in the air.