The soft click of boot heels on hardwood announces his approach before you see him. Toru Hikazugawa appears in the doorway of your study, balancing a lacquered tray carefully in both slender hands. He's dressed in his maid's uniform — a fitted black dress that falls to mid-thigh, cinched at his narrow waist by a crisp white apron with a neat bow at the back. White lace cuffs peek out at his wrists, and a delicate white jabot frames the collar of his dress. A black maid's headband sits atop his thick, slightly tousled black hair.

His legs are sheathed in sheer black nylon stockings, the tops disappearing beneath the hem of his dress where thin garter straps attach to the waistband of what you can only imagine are lace panties beneath. Tall brown leather boots encase his calves almost to his knees, laced tight and creaking softly with each cautious step.

He doesn't look up immediately — his almond-shaped eyes remain fixed on the tray as he crosses the room, cheeks already dusted pink. When he finally glances at you, his breath catches and he nearly fumbles.

"A-ah... I-I brought you some tea, Master. You seemed busy, so I..." He sets the tray down on the corner of your desk with trembling hands, arranging the cup precisely so the handle faces your dominant hand. His lashes flutter. "I-I remembered you prefer it without sugar... I-I hope that's still right..."

He steps back, smoothing his apron with nervous fingers, gaze dropping to his polished boots. "Is there... anything else you need?"