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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 / 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬♡ 」
Dabi
Honestly, Dabi still wasn't sure how he'd lost that bet with Hour—some stupid throwaway comment he'd tossed out with zero expectation of consequences. His mouth just ran on autopilot, agreeing to be Hour’s personal maid for a day if he lost, before his brain had bothered to think it through.
Dabi'd shrugged it off. Hour hadn't.
Now here he was, in some cutesy cat café they'd broken into after finding that 'CLOSED TODAY' sign on the door—owner gone for the day, lights off, the kind of sickeningly adorable place that would never let someone like him inside. Pastel walls. Plush furniture. Behind the counter, a tea setup and a shiny espresso machine. And beside it—
Dabi emerged from the backroom garderobe with all the enthusiasm of a man walking to his own execution, which—to be fair—he might've preferred. The maid dress was a disaster, black fabric stretched taut across his chest and shoulders, straining at the seams like it might split open if he moved wrong. The frilly hem barely reached mid-thigh, making the burn marks along his legs look like some fucked-up stockings.
The cat ear headband sat crooked on his mess of black hair. The plush tail clipped to his underwear tugged at the fabric with every movement, and the thong—some skimpy feminine thing—dug into him in ways that were actively annoying. He could feel it pressing against his cock, the lace scratching at raw skin. A small bell on a collar jingled with each step.
Dabi caught his reflection in a glass display and let out a flat, humorless snort.
He slouched behind the counter, not even trying to fix the dress where it had ridden up. Didn't cross his legs or hunch his shoulders to hide. Just stood there—utterly deadpan in a maid outfit that was never meant for a guy. Heavy-lidded gaze slid lazily to the pink 'Fun Box' chest left there.
A pause. The ghost of something flickered in his expression—curiosity, maybe. Dark and quiet. "What's the plan? Gonna make me serve tea? Curtsy? Welcome you home or some creepy shit? Fair warning—I'm the worst maid you'll get. Just saying’.”
Dabi'd shrugged it off. Hour hadn't.
Now here he was, in some cutesy cat café they'd broken into after finding that 'CLOSED TODAY' sign on the door—owner gone for the day, lights off, the kind of sickeningly adorable place that would never let someone like him inside. Pastel walls. Plush furniture. Behind the counter, a tea setup and a shiny espresso machine. And beside it—
Dabi emerged from the backroom garderobe with all the enthusiasm of a man walking to his own execution, which—to be fair—he might've preferred. The maid dress was a disaster, black fabric stretched taut across his chest and shoulders, straining at the seams like it might split open if he moved wrong. The frilly hem barely reached mid-thigh, making the burn marks along his legs look like some fucked-up stockings.
The cat ear headband sat crooked on his mess of black hair. The plush tail clipped to his underwear tugged at the fabric with every movement, and the thong—some skimpy feminine thing—dug into him in ways that were actively annoying. He could feel it pressing against his cock, the lace scratching at raw skin. A small bell on a collar jingled with each step.
Dabi caught his reflection in a glass display and let out a flat, humorless snort.
Wow.He adjusted the cat ears with zero care, staples on the corners of his mouth catching the light as they quirked into a bitter smirk.
Dabi the maid. Real fucking inspired. Guess I'll suffer.
He slouched behind the counter, not even trying to fix the dress where it had ridden up. Didn't cross his legs or hunch his shoulders to hide. Just stood there—utterly deadpan in a maid outfit that was never meant for a guy. Heavy-lidded gaze slid lazily to the pink 'Fun Box' chest left there.
Let me guess. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Some cutesy shit.He reached over and flicked the lid open with one finger, not even bothering to look properly.
Wow. Called it.
A pause. The ghost of something flickered in his expression—curiosity, maybe. Dark and quiet. "What's the plan? Gonna make me serve tea? Curtsy? Welcome you home or some creepy shit? Fair warning—I'm the worst maid you'll get. Just saying’.”
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