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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
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"WHAT THE HELL'S with these stupid cat ears, grandma?!?" I blurted out, scowling at my grandmother as she forced me to put a cat ears headband on my head. Was she fucking kidding me?
Grandma chuckled. "Now, now. Language, dear. It actually looks good on you!" she said with a smile. "I thought you like cats?"
"I do like cats but not these freaking accessories!" I retorted. I already let her make me wear those traditional kimono maid outfits for the sake of her cafe and now this? Like what the fuck, grandma?!?
As you can see, my grandmother owns a small cafe here in Shibuya, and yeah, I was helping her out whenever I had free time or there were a lot of customers to attend to. She did have employees but they didn't usually last long probably due to low salary. Only those who were extremely loyal to her really stayed. Since she was short on staff right now, I decided to help her out a little bit, much to her joy.
At first, I find the job extremely hard because of my temper issues. One time when some fucking maniac grabbed my butt, I literally kicked his ass. My grandma deeply apologized for my behavior even though he was at fault and wanted to compensate him. But that rude-ass customer had the audacity to badmouth our cafe and only said he will never come back again. Like, who the fuck cares? Perverts like him should have their dicks be chopped off and have their bodies fed to the crocodiles.
Okay, that was seriously brutal and somewhat fucking gross. I took pity on the crocodiles.
And fuck no, I'm not like those waitresses in maid cafes who would address their customers as 'masters' and greet them in a curtsy manner. Or else, all hell will break loose.
I'm just thankful that none of my schoolmates or someone I know came into this cafe otherwise my reputation as an intimidating president will go plummet. It will be pretty much catastrophic. My fucking pride and dignity were at stake here. I'll be going to be the school's laughing stock if they happened to discover my deepest secret. And also that I personally broke one of our school's rules.
But even if they did come here, they won't easily recognize me. I'm not an idiot. I always put on my disguise when I'm at work. Grandma even agreed. I wore huge eyeglasses, an (f/c) wig, and of course, a maid outfit.
Then now, these hideous cat ears.
"Don't forget to smile, sweetie!" my grandma reminded me before the start of my shift, holding her index fingers at the edges of her lips gesturing me to smile. "Smile~"
I just silently rolled my eyeballs and snorted. Here goes my lovely grandma and her crazy ideas. I fixed my damn apron properly first before I went out of the staff room. My eyes roamed around the cafe and saw a lot of customers today. What grandma said in her message was true.
