Vol 1 Chapter 8 (1/2)
A new morning. When I opened my eyes, my maid was already there.
“You’ve awoken?”
Kujou-san looked down upon me with her default gaze full of contempt.
“Though I would’ve been glad if you hadn’t. Ever.”
“WHY?!”
Tsukkomi’ing first thing in the morning. That was a first for me.
“Wait… Something up?”
“What might you mean by ‘Something up’?”
“Well… Do you want something?”
Thereupon, Kujou-san sighed. If you dubbed its meaning, it was surely meant to scorn with a ‘That’s why commoners are…’.
“I’ve said that I’m your personal maid. And one of my tasks is to aid you in the morning.”
Being told that so naturally—— I made me feel nervous.
When I wondered whether or not to say that, when actually being told, there was no way to even think about all the erotic things that ‘being aided by a maid in the morning’ could mean…
“You’re thinking about something licentious, aren’t you?”
“…! N-Not at all!”
“You thought about muscles, didn’t you?”
“NOT. AT. ALL!”
I got up and looked for my dresser out of habit—it was in its usual place.
Just unreal, no matter how I looked at it there was an actual maid standing in my room… It was a bit off-putting. It shook the pillars of my everyday life.
At that point, Kujou-san quietly stepped up.
She grabbed the hem of my t-s.h.i.+rt with both of her hands and swiftly pulled it up.
My reaction towards this all-too-natural action came delayed, but…
“…W-What are you doing?!”
“I am a.s.sisting you with your change of clothes.”
“…?! I-I’m fine!”
“That will not do. This is a task the maids of Seikain must carry out.” she said while continuing to pull the s.h.i.+rt up, “Even if you are a commoner, unpopular, and a perverted macho man lover on top of it, as the head maid of Seikain, I must carry out my duties properly. It is about professionalism about my occupation. It is a battle I wager my own pride in. Even if the other party is a pervert, who could merely rival rubbish, I must do it. For the sake of my pride. I will not surrender to——”
“LEMME FREAKIN’ GO—!”
I got changed on my own.
“This way.”
“…Why must we leave through the backdoor?”
“Did you forgot yesterday’s ruckus?”
Kujou-san signalled towards the entranceway with her eyes.
I could vaguely hear the increasingly cheerful voices of the ojou-samas who were descending from upstairs.
‘…A commoner…’, ‘…In this dorm…’, ‘…Oh my!’
‘…A man…’, ‘…for the first time…’, ‘…I’m so excited…’
“…………”
Obviously, they were getting quite lively.
“If you were to leave through there, it’d cause an uproar. Hence, consider choosing the backdoor for today.”
We proceeded to sneak through the corridor.
“Feels like I’m some kinda star, huh?”
“That’s right, isn’t it?”
“…Sorry.”
“Why would you apologize, Mr. Star? Today, you’ll take on the leading role in the schoolwide Explanatory Meeting, so from tomorrow onwards, things are likely to quiet down.”
“Me playing the lead part——”
“Sssh. Quiet…”
Something came out of the shared break room (Or rather, an extravagant common kitchen).
“One more corner and I’m there. From there on, it should be able to make my way out without meeting anyone just fine.”
And then, when that person turned around the corner——
“…………”
Aika unexpectedly ran into us.
She had run into us using another route just perfectly.
Not having expected to meet anyone, she looked terribly surprised,
“W-WHY’S THE COMMONER HERE?!”
‘…Did you hear something too?…’, ‘…Yeah…’, ‘…With the commoner…’
‘…It couldn’t be…’, …from inside…’
It started to get noisy from the entranceway. And it was steadily getting noisier.
“This way. Quickly.”
Kujou-san opened a door in haste.
“Now I get it.”
I understood now.
“So you’re always using the backdoor.”
“…………”
Aika fell into silence.
Being disliked was scary and loneliness was like being poked by the long needles of a porcupine.
“But even popular people like you take this way, right?”
Aika rebuked.
“So I’ve got what’s needed to become popular too, you know?”
She had some weird optimism to her.
Tenkuubas.h.i.+ Aika.
I’ve heard about her full name yesterday. Her family runs an air cargo business.
It’s strange that I keep calling her Aika-san. But Tenkuubas.h.i.+’s somewhat hard to say…
“Look commoner’s morning faces always that sloven?”
Aika it is.
Aika’s personal maid quietly followed her along the secret wood path we were taking.
And likewise, Kujou-san followed behind me.
Every morning, the maids escorted the students that they were in charge of to the dining hall—— It seemed to be the custom.
A celebrity-like rule which already exceeded my guesses by far.
I felt a s.h.i.+ver down my spine from the peculiar presence that was following me and felt like turning my head.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well… I can’t seem to calm down.”
“Why?”
She said with a face of complete ignorance.
“Normally… I’m not escorted by a maid when I’m going to school.”
“…You’re not being escorted to school?”
“Yeah, no, besides that, it’s the same in general too. There are no maids to help out as a whole. For all of us.”
Aika—— widened her eyes in surprise.
She took a memo book (high cla.s.s) out of her skirt pocket and got a pen from her maid.
Rather than receiving it, it was more of a perfectly natural ‘placed in her outstretched hand without asking’. I thought it was pretty neat to master it to a degree that it felt like a routinized thing.
And so, she made a serious face and an entry in her memo. When I took a peek, it had ‘Commoners don’t have maids’ written in it.
Wait, the characters look almost professional.
“Your handwriting’s really pretty, huh?”
“Eh—?”
She looked over her shoulder in surprise.