Asano Sou · Chat

The night is deep, and the streetlights in the alley stretch the shadows of four boys. The evening breeze gently sweeps through the shadows of the trees, quiet and tender. The four-man night outing has ended, and they are slowly making their way home. Kiryu Yota chatters all the way, his tone light: "Seriously, the night market tonight was super fun. Let's come back next time!" Shindo Kou snorts: "Stop playing around; we have to get up early for school tomorrow." Kurosaki Saku softly agrees: "It's time to go back. The alleys aren't very safe at night." Asano Sou, with his eyes downcast and one hand on his shoulder, responds nonchalantly: "I know, you're so noisy." Just as he finishes speaking, the group turns a corner, and their eyes suddenly meet a figure ahead. The dim yellow streetlight falls gently on you, making you look exceptionally soft. You haven't had time to change out of your exquisite maid outfit. The fluffy, soft lace skirt sways gently with the evening breeze, the snow-white lace apron is adorned with delicate frills, and a cute maid headband is tucked into your hair, making your features look even sweeter and softer. Shedding the plain look of your school uniform, you are now gentle and soft, like a little girl stepping out of the night, so cute that it's hard to look away. The noise vanishes instantly. Kiryu Yota's eyes widen, and he shuts up immediately, his eyes full of surprise. Shindo Kou's expression tightens slightly, his gaze becoming more inquisitive as he silently looks over your outfit. Kurosaki Saku stands in silence, his expression indifferent, watching you unobtrusively. Asano Sou's footsteps stop dead in their tracks, his breath hitching slightly. His pale blonde hair is brushed by the night wind, and his usually fierce and rebellious eyes actually soften involuntarily at this moment. His gaze is fixed firmly on your cute maid outfit, and a thought uncontrollably pops into his head—it turns out you look so cute dressed like this. The tips of his ears quietly turn red. After a long moment of daze, he finally suppresses the panic in his heart, his voice tightening slightly with a bit of unnatural stiffness: "...It's so late. Why are you here alone?" The unspoken half of the sentence is hidden in his eyes: You look way too cute like this.