Wanderers of Sorceria 

Haruka Finds a Date

Haruka is ordered by Kanna to find a man, but the loyal maid attendant finds herself in a world she was never prepared for.

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## Family Legacy

Haruka knelt in the garden, gently coaxing young Tsubaki as he chased after the small, brightly colored ball they'd been tossing back and forth. His laughter filled the air, a melody that made her heart swell with quiet pride. Though not her own, she had helped raise him from infancy, watched over him as he took his first steps and spoke his first words. It was a role she had grown into without question, devoted to both him and his mother, Lady Kanna.

Tsubaki gleefully caught the ball with clumsy hands, turning to Haruka with a toothy grin. "Look! I got it!"

Haruka smiled warmly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Well done, young master." She reached out to pat his head, the tenderness of her gesture natural after years of care.

Just then, a soft voice called from the mansion. "Haruka."

She looked up to see one of the other maids standing at the edge of the garden. "Lady Kanna requests your presence in her den."

Haruka's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. "Of course." Turning to Tsubaki, she smiled again. "Will you be alright playing by yourself for a little while?"

The boy nodded eagerly, too absorbed in his game to think much of it. 

Haruka rose, smoothing down the black dress of her uniform before making her way inside. The walk to Kanna's private den was short but carried a weight she couldn't quite place. Lady Kanna wasn't one to call her away from her duties without reason, and though Haruka trusted her completely, she still felt the twinge of anxiety that came with the unknown.

When she reached the door, Haruka paused to take a breath. She straightened her posture and gently knocked.

"Enter," Kanna's voice called from within.

Haruka opened the door, stepping into the warm, softly lit room. Kanna sat at her writing desk, surrounded by the rich scent of sandalwood incense. She was dressed in an elegant kimono, her black hair perfectly tied up in a traditional style. The poise and grace she always exuded were unmistakable. Haruka bowed deeply upon entering.

"My lady," Haruka greeted, her tone polite and measured as always.

Kanna turned to face her, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Haruka. You may rise."

Haruka straightened, her hands clasped neatly in front of her as she waited for Kanna to speak.

Kanna regarded her for a moment, her expression gentle but serious. "I wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude, Haruka. You've done so much for me-- more than any servant or friend could ever be expected to do."

Haruka's eyes softened as she shook her head slightly. "It was nothing, Lady Kanna. I only wished to serve you and your family as I always have."

Kanna's smile widened, though her eyes held a trace of something more-- something contemplative. "It may feel like nothing to you, but I recognize the depth of your devotion. You've been by my side through my marriage, through Tsubaki's birth, and you've helped me raise him. I truly don't know how I would have managed without you."

Haruka bowed her head slightly, her voice quiet. "It is my duty, my lady."

There was a pause, and for a moment Haruka thought that might be the end of it. But Kanna shifted in her seat, her gaze becoming more focused.

"And that's what I wish to talk to you about, Haruka," Kanna said, her tone soft but firm. "You've performed your duties as my head maid, and as my personal attendant, beyond what I could ever ask. But there is one important duty you've neglected."

Haruka blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "My lady?"

Kanna's eyes met hers, and there was a gravity in her expression that made Haruka stand a little straighter. "As a family retainer of my family, you carry a legacy-- one that is tied not just to me, but to your own lineage. You need to ensure the future of your bloodline."

Haruka felt a wave of confusion wash over her. She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated, unsure of what Kanna truly meant. "I... I don't understand."

Kanna leaned forward slightly, her voice gentle but pointed. "I'm saying that you need to find a man, Haruka. Get married. Have children. Your family's legacy is just as important as mine, and it is your responsibility to continue it."

Haruka's eyes widened as the meaning behind Kanna's words sunk in. She felt her breath catch in her throat, her mind scrambling for some sort of response. "But... but my lady, I... I've never-- "

Kanna raised a hand, cutting off Haruka's stammering. "I know. You've dedicated your life to serving my family, and for that, I am deeply grateful. But you're 24 now, Haruka. You've helped raise my son, and I believe it's time you think about your own future."

Haruka's face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and bewilderment swirling within her. "I... I don't even know where to start. I've never dated anyone, I've never even-- " She fumbled for words, her usual composed demeanor faltering in the face of such an unexpected conversation.

Kanna regarded her with a knowing look. "You can't be completely clueless about dating, Haruka. After all, you chaperoned some of my dates with Shion."

Haruka's cheeks burned even more at the memory. "That... that was different, Lady Kanna. That was for your protection. I didn't... it wasn't the same as dating myself."

Kanna sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I understand. And I'm not going to throw you into the deep end immediately. But this is something you must take seriously. You need to fulfill this family obligation in whatever way works best for you."

Haruka stood there, still trying to wrap her mind around it all. She had spent her entire life in service to Kanna, to the family, never once considering her own personal desires or future outside of that role. The thought of finding a man, of marriage, of children-- it was all so foreign to her.

"I... I don't know where to begin," Haruka admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kanna's gaze softened, her tone becoming more comforting. "You don't have to figure it all out at once. But I want you to start thinking about it, Haruka. You deserve a life of your own, and it's time you started building it."

Haruka looked down at her hands, her mind still swirling with uncertainty. "Yes, my lady. I'll... I'll think about it."

Kanna smiled, her warmth returning as she rose from her seat and approached Haruka. She gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Good. And remember, you'll always have my support, no matter what path you choose."

Haruka bowed her head again, grateful yet still reeling from the conversation. "Thank you, Lady Kanna."

As she left Kanna's den and returned to the garden, Haruka watched as Tsubaki continued to play. She felt a strange mixture of emotions-- gratitude, confusion, and a deep sense of uncertainty about what her future held. For the first time in her life, she was being asked to think about herself.

And that, more than anything, left her feeling completely unmoored.

----

Haruka sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers hovering over the screen of her phone, eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and mild panic. The glow from the screen illuminated her face in the dimly lit room, reflecting the myriad of profiles and photos of smiling strangers. Dating apps. She had never once imagined herself scrolling through something like this, but after her conversation with Lady Kanna earlier that day, it felt like the most urgent thing in the world.

Her mind raced as she flicked through profiles, unsure of what she was even looking for. Most of the profiles looked the same to her, and the thought of actually talking to any of these men made her heart pound in an unfamiliar way.

"This is... how people meet?" she muttered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.

Speed dating had also come up in her frantic search. The idea of meeting multiple potential suitors in a single evening sounded efficient, and Haruka was all about efficiency. But how could she possibly manage it all? She had never been on a single date, let alone five or six in rapid succession. Still, Kanna's words echoed in her mind: "It's time to think about your own future."

"Alright," she said to herself, nodding determinedly. "Quick solution. I need a quick solution."

With sudden resolve, she jumped up from the bed, tucking her phone into her apron pocket, and hurried out of her room. She knew exactly who could help her make this plan work: the family limo driver, Kenji.

---

Haruka found Kenji leaning casually against the sleek black limo in the driveway, flipping through a small notepad with his schedule for the day. He was a tall man, around thirty, with short-cropped hair and a calm, no-nonsense demeanor. The kind of man who exuded confidence behind the wheel.

"Kenji!" Haruka called out, almost startling herself with the urgency in her voice. She approached him with hurried steps, her skirt fluttering slightly as she moved.

Kenji glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "Haruka. What's the rush?"

"I need you to drive me to some date spots," she blurted, her cheeks flushing the moment the words left her mouth.

Kenji blinked in surprise. "Date spots?" He closed his notepad, looking at her with growing confusion. "You? Going on dates?"

"Yes!" Haruka fumbled for her phone and showed him a screen filled with suggested date spots around Tokyo. "Look, I found these places where people meet. Restaurants, cafes, parks. I need to go, and I need you to drive me. It's urgent."

Kenji frowned slightly, glancing between her and the phone. "Is this something Lady Kanna asked you to do?"

Haruka straightened her posture. "Well, not exactly," she admitted. "But she did say I need to, you know, find a man and... and get married. So in a way, yes, it's a mandate from Lady Kanna!"

Kenji leaned back against the limo, crossing his arms. "I see. And you think the best way to go about this is to jump into speed dating?"

Haruka's blush deepened. "I don't know what else to do," she mumbled. "I've never... I mean, I've never had to think about any of this before. But I need to meet men and figure it out. Fast."

Kenji rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes scanning the sky as if looking for a way out of this unusual request. "I'll need to check my schedule. I've got some pickups later today, and-- "

Haruka quickly stepped forward, her expression intense. "Even if you're not free, I'll make sure you are. This is important, Kenji."

He raised both hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. If it's that serious, I guess I can shift some things around. But..." He gave her a once-over, eyeing the black-and-white maid uniform she wore daily. "You're not planning to go on these dates dressed like that, are you?"

Haruka froze, blinking in confusion before looking down at herself. The frilly black dress, the crisp white apron, the thigh-high stockings-- it was second nature to her at this point, a part of her identity. But for a date? No, that wouldn't do at all.

Her face turned crimson, and she took a hasty step back. "O-Of course not!" she stammered, flustered. "I-- I'll change into something more appropriate!"

Kenji stifled a chuckle. "Good idea. I'll wait here and get the car ready. Just... try to dress like someone on a date, not someone serving tea at a noble's estate."

Haruka nodded vigorously, then spun on her heel and hurried back inside, her heart racing as she darted towards her room. She had never given much thought to what she might wear on a date. She barely owned any clothes that weren't part of her uniform. But now, standing in front of her closet, she realized just how unprepared she was for this new chapter of her life.

She flipped through a few outfits, frowning at each one. Too formal, too plain, too much like a maid even when she wasn't dressed as one. Her hands finally landed on a simple yet elegant dress-- a light blue one she had worn once to a family gathering. It wasn't fancy, but it was far more appropriate for a date than her usual attire.

Slipping into the dress, she smoothed out the fabric and glanced at herself in the mirror. It felt strange, being out of her uniform, but she looked... different. Maybe even a little more like someone who could be on a date.

Taking a deep breath, Haruka grabbed her purse and phone, hurrying back outside where Kenji waited by the limo. 

"All set?" Kenji asked as she approached, his tone more relaxed now that she was dressed for the occasion.

Haruka nodded, feeling her nerves bubble up again. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Kenji opened the door for her, his expression softening slightly. "Well, let's go find you a man, then."

Haruka smiled awkwardly as she climbed into the limo. "Right. Find a man."

As the car rolled away from the estate, Haruka glanced out the window, her mind racing with thoughts of the dates ahead. This was unfamiliar territory, and she felt a deep sense of uncertainty. But with Kanna's words urging her forward, she knew she had no choice but to try. 

Kenji glanced at her through the rearview mirror, his usual calm demeanor in place, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You know, Haruka, dating's not something you can rush."

She sighed, sinking back into the seat. "I know. But... I have to try. I don't want to let Lady Kanna down."

Kenji's eyes softened. "I see. Just take it one step at a time. You'll figure it out." 

Haruka nodded, her heart still pounding in her chest. One step at a time.

----

Haruka stood nervously in the lobby of the trendy cafe, watching as people mingled and chatted, the buzz of excitement filling the room. It was her first time attempting speed dating, and her nerves were in overdrive. She adjusted her simple blue dress, grateful for Kenji's suggestion to ditch the maid uniform, but still feeling out of place.

She had spent years watching Lady Kanna and Lord Shion grow from childhood friends to a married couple, and in her mind, that had set a certain expectation. Dating should feel... natural. Easy. But as she looked around at the unfamiliar faces, she realized this was going to be anything *but* easy.

"Just remember," she whispered to herself as she sat down at her first table. "You're here to find a connection. Be open. Be natural."

The first man, a friendly-looking guy in his late twenties, sat across from her. He smiled, and she nervously mirrored it.

"Hi, I'm Daisuke," he introduced himself.

"Hello!" Haruka replied, trying to sound cheerful. "So... do you already feel it?"

Daisuke blinked, confused. "Feel what?"

Haruka leaned in, her expression earnest. "The connection. Like we've known each other forever, right? It's like we're already... I don't know, destined to meet?"

Daisuke's smile faltered. "Um... I think that's supposed to come with time?"

Haruka's eyes widened. "Oh, I thought it just... happened instantly. Like with Lady Kanna and Lord Shion."

"Who?"

"Never mind." Haruka's cheeks turned red. "So, do you enjoy... tea ceremonies? I'm really good at serving tea. And organizing kimonos. And... folding laundry."

Daisuke's eyes darted to the clock. "Uh, I think the time's almost up."

The bell rang, and he quickly excused himself. Haruka waved him off with a weak smile, already feeling the weight of failure.

Her second date was no better. She sat across from a man named Yuto, who seemed charming at first-- until Haruka asked him if he wanted to discuss "family legacies."

"Like... family reunions?" Yuto asked, baffled.

"No, more like fulfilling your duty to carry on your bloodline," Haruka explained, her voice serious. "It's really important, right? To, you know, get married and have kids. Lady Kanna told me that it's my responsibility."

Yuto visibly recoiled, his eyes wide. "That's a bit... intense for a first date, don't you think?"

"Oh... sorry," Haruka stammered, feeling the awkwardness build. "I'm just trying to be efficient."

"Yeah, I'm not sure that's how it works..." Yuto muttered before the bell rang, and he quickly moved on to his next table.

By the time Haruka reached her fifth date, she was desperate. She sat across from a man named Hiro, trying to rein in her eagerness. 

"So," she said, offering a nervous smile, "do you ever imagine what it would be like to be married? Like, imagine we've been married for years. How would you feel about waking up early every morning to freshly brewed tea and a perfectly organized wardrobe?"

Hiro stared at her, bewildered. "Um... that's... not really something I think about on a first date."

Haruka's face fell. "Oh, I thought it was a good way to speed things up."

Hiro forced a laugh. "I think you're speeding it up *way* too much."

Once again, the bell rang, and Hiro practically sprinted away. Haruka let out a deep sigh, sinking into her chair. She had assumed dating would be easy-- after all, her lady and lord had made it look so effortless-- but clearly, she had been wrong.

---

After the final bell, Haruka shuffled out of the cafe and headed to the waiting limousine, where Kenji was standing by the door. Without a word, she collapsed into the back seat, exhausted and defeated. Kenji slid into the driver's seat, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

"Rough night?" he asked.

Haruka groaned, resting her head against the seat. "You have no idea."

As they drove through the city, Haruka began to vent her frustrations. "I don't get it, Kenji. Dating is so *hard.* I thought it would be simple! I mean, Lady Kanna and Lord Shion are so perfect together, and they just... clicked. I thought I could do the same. I thought I'd feel that same connection right away."

Kenji glanced at her in the mirror, his expression sympathetic. "Lady Kanna and Lord Shion had years of history before they got married, right? They already knew each other inside and out."

Haruka nodded, her brow furrowed. "Yes, but I thought that's how it's supposed to be. You meet someone, and it just happens."

Kenji chuckled softly. "That's not really how dating works. Most of the time, it takes a while to build that kind of connection. It doesn't happen in a few minutes over coffee or tea."

Haruka sighed, her frustration palpable. "Then what am I supposed to do? Lady Kanna told me I need to fulfill my duty, and I can't let her down."

Kenji's voice softened. "You're expecting too much, too fast, Haruka. You can't rush into something like this. A connection isn't something you can force. It grows over time, like a tree. You've got to be patient."

Haruka frowned, staring out the window at the passing lights of the city. "But I don't have time. Kanna already said I need to start thinking about my future now."

"That doesn't mean it has to happen overnight," Kenji replied. "Maybe start by getting to know someone without thinking about marriage and legacies right away. Let things develop naturally."

Haruka let his words sink in, realizing just how rushed her approach had been. Maybe Kenji was right-- she had been so focused on the end goal that she hadn't even allowed herself to enjoy the process.

She glanced at Kenji through the rearview mirror. "I guess I never thought about it like that."

Kenji gave her a small smile. "Take it one step at a time. You'll figure it out."

Haruka leaned back in her seat, feeling the weight of her stress begin to lift, if only slightly. She wasn't sure how to move forward, but for the first time that night, she felt like she wasn't completely lost.

"Thanks, Kenji," she said quietly. "I needed that."

Kenji nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. "Anytime."

----

Another night of speed dating, another round of hopeful yet awkward conversations. Haruka had gone into this evening with renewed determination, determined not to repeat the same mistakes she had made during her last attempt. She had done her research, carefully chosen her words, and even practiced her responses in front of a mirror. But as the evening wore on, the frustration crept back in.

Haruka had been polite, charming even, or so she thought. Yet, as each man moved on to the next table, she felt that same sinking feeling in her chest. No one lingered. No one seemed interested. Despite her best efforts, she still hadn't made a connection.

By the time the event ended, Haruka was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. She dragged herself out of the cafe and into the familiar waiting limousine, where Kenji greeted her with a knowing look. Without a word, Haruka sank into the back seat, letting out a long, defeated sigh.

"Rough night again?" Kenji asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

Haruka nodded, rubbing her temples. "I don't get it, Kenji. I tried so hard this time. I was careful not to bring up family legacies or anything too intense. I smiled, I made small talk, but... nothing. It's like they weren't interested in me at all."

Kenji's brow furrowed as he started the car and began driving through the city. "You're doing better than last time. That's progress, right?"

"Progress doesn't count if I still end up failing," Haruka muttered. "Why is this so hard? It feels like no matter what I do, I'm still not making a connection."

Kenji glanced back at her, his voice gentle. "Maybe you're coming off as... well, desperate."

Haruka blinked, sitting up straighter. "Desperate? Of course I'm desperate! Lady Kanna told me I have to find a man, and I'm already behind on that. I'm not some carefree girl who can just wait for the right person to fall into my lap!"

Kenji raised an eyebrow. "You're 24, Haruka. It's not like you're running out of time. Sure, there's some pressure, but you've got more time than you think."

Haruka frowned, crossing her arms. "You say that, but I feel like I'm already too old. No one wants to date someone like me. I'm practically an old maid."

Kenji's lips twitched with a faint smirk. "Ah, the 'old maid' or 'Christmas cake' dilemma, huh?"

Haruka tilted her head, confused. "Christmas cake? What are you talking about?"

Kenji chuckled, glancing at her in the rearview mirror again. "It's an old saying. You know how Christmas cake is really popular until December 25th, but after that, no one wants it? Well, some people used to say women over 25 were like Christmas cake-- 'too old' to be desirable."

Haruka stared at him, horrified. "What? That's ridiculous!"

"It is," Kenji agreed, "but there are still people out there who think like that. It's not as common as it used to be, but the attitude still lingers. So yeah, at 24, you might feel like the clock is ticking, but it's not like you're completely out of options."

Haruka slumped back in her seat, her despair deepening. "So you're saying I'm almost at the expiration date?"

Kenji shook his head, his tone reassuring. "No, I'm saying that the world has changed. You're not hopeless, Haruka. You've got a lot going for you, and anyone who's worth your time will see that. But you need to stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Desperation isn't attractive. If you come off like you're in a rush to marry anyone who'll say 'yes,' that's going to scare people off."

Haruka bit her lip, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. "But what if I don't have time to be patient? Lady Kanna expects me to fulfill my duty, and if I don't... I'll be letting her down."

Kenji's voice softened as he turned the corner, taking a quieter route back to the estate. "You're putting too much weight on your shoulders. Lady Kanna may have expectations, but she's not going to think less of you if it takes time to find the right person. You need to set realistic expectations for yourself. You're not going to find a perfect match overnight, and that's okay."

Haruka closed her eyes, feeling the sting of his words. He was right, of course. She had been so focused on trying to find the perfect solution to her problem that she hadn't stopped to consider that it wasn't something she could force.

"But what if I never find anyone?" Haruka whispered, her voice small and vulnerable. "What if I'm just not meant to get married?"

Kenji glanced at her again, his expression thoughtful. "You're thinking too far ahead. No one knows what the future holds. But you're not doing yourself any favors by assuming the worst. Take a deep breath. Slow down. Stop thinking of dating as a duty you have to fulfill. Think of it as a way to meet people, get to know them, and maybe, eventually, you'll find someone who fits."

Haruka opened her eyes, watching the city streets pass by. His words, though comforting, didn't erase the doubt that had been growing in her heart. But at least now, the panic wasn't as overwhelming as it had been.

"I'll try," she said softly, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Kenji smiled in the mirror. "That's all anyone can ask of you."

As they pulled into the estate's long driveway, Haruka felt a small sense of relief wash over her. She still didn't have all the answers, and the path ahead felt daunting, but for the first time since she had started this dating quest, she didn't feel completely lost.

"Thanks, Kenji," she said as the car came to a stop. "You've really helped me more than you know."

"Anytime, Haruka," Kenji replied warmly. "Just remember-- keep your chin up. You're not alone in this."

Haruka smiled weakly as she climbed out of the limousine, her mind racing with thoughts of her next steps. She still had a long way to go, but maybe she could find her way through this.

----

Haruka sat in the back of the limousine, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, staring blankly out the window. The city lights passed by in a blur, but her mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the evening over and over again. She had finally landed a "real date," after weeks of speed dating and sifting through dating apps. It was supposed to be different this time. 

Kenji glanced at her through the rearview mirror, sensing her frustration. "So, how did it go?" he asked casually, his tone inviting her to share.

Haruka let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. "It was going well... at first," she began, her voice laced with disappointment. "He seemed nice, we had a good conversation. He even accepted that I was a maid."

Kenji raised an eyebrow. "That's a step forward, isn't it?"

Haruka gave a small, humorless laugh. "You'd think so. But then, as the night went on, he suggested that I become *his* maid." Her voice hardened, the sting of the words still fresh. "Can you believe that? He actually said I could leave Lady Kanna's service to work for him. He wanted someone to pamper him, to pick up after him."

Kenji chuckled, shaking his head. "That's bold. What did you say?"

"I refused, obviously!" Haruka scoffed, her cheeks flushing with anger. "I'm a family retainer of Lady Kanna's family, not some self-absorbed man's personal maid. I've dedicated my life to serving her and her household. Why would I ever leave to wait on someone like him?"

Kenji couldn't help but laugh again, this time louder. "Well, at least you stood your ground. Good for you."

Haruka folded her arms, staring out the window again. "It was such a waste of time. Now I have to start over, back to square one. And it feels like my occupation is becoming an obstacle. No one seems to understand what being a maid actually means. They either dismiss it or... they want to make me *their* maid. Like it's some kind of fetish."

Kenji gave a sympathetic nod as he navigated through the evening traffic. "It's tough, I know. But the thing is, Haruka, you can't get around your occupation because that's who you are. You love what you do, right?"

Haruka hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Yes... I do. I take pride in serving Lady Kanna. I grew up in that household, and it's my life. But that doesn't seem to matter to anyone else."

Kenji sighed, glancing back at her again. "If a guy can't accept that, then he wasn't a good match for you in the first place. It's not about changing yourself to fit someone else's expectations. It's about finding someone who respects what you do and appreciates you for it."

Haruka slumped further in her seat, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "But who would want to marry a lowly maid? I don't have the status or the appeal that other women have. I'm just... ordinary."

Kenji gave her a pointed look in the rearview mirror. "Haruka, you're not just some 'lowly maid.' You're the *head maid* of a prominent family. That comes with prestige. You've got responsibilities, you run an entire household, you help raise Lady Kanna's son. You're organized, reliable, and capable. You've got skills that most people don't have."

Haruka blinked, looking up at him in surprise. "I never thought of it that way."

"You should," Kenji said firmly. "You're not just some servant. You hold a position of importance. You're the next most important person at the mansion after the lady's family. Don't sell yourself short by thinking otherwise. And if a guy can't see that, then he's not worth your time."

Haruka sat in silence for a moment, absorbing Kenji's words. It was true, in a sense. She had always thought of herself as just a maid, but being the head maid of Lady Kanna's household was no small feat. She was responsible for everything that happened within the mansion's walls, from managing the other maids to ensuring everything ran smoothly for the family. It wasn't just a job-- it was a life of duty and pride.

"I suppose I've been too focused on what I'm not, rather than what I am," Haruka admitted softly.

Kenji smiled, his eyes softening as he glanced at her. "You've got a lot to offer, Haruka. More than you realize. You just need to find someone who sees that."

Haruka sighed, leaning back in her seat. "I suppose I'll just have to keep trying. But it's exhausting, Kenji. Every date feels like a dead end."

Kenji nodded, his tone empathetic. "It's not easy, I know. But you'll get there. Just don't rush it, and don't settle for anyone who doesn't see your worth."

Haruka smiled faintly, feeling a little lighter than before. Kenji's words had given her something to think about, something to hold on to. She wasn't just a maid-- she was Haruka, head maid of a powerful family, with responsibilities and a legacy to uphold. She needed to start seeing herself that way, and maybe, just maybe, the right person would too.

"Thanks, Kenji," she said softly. "I don't know what I'd do without your advice."

Kenji chuckled as he pulled up to the mansion's entrance. "Just doing my job. And besides, it's not every day I get to see someone stand up for themselves like you did tonight. You'll be fine, Haruka. Just keep your chin up."

Haruka nodded, feeling a flicker of determination reignite in her chest. "I will. I won't give up."

As she stepped out of the limousine and made her way toward the mansion, she felt a little more confident, a little more sure of herself. There was still a long road ahead, but for the first time in weeks, Haruka felt like she was walking it with her head held high.

----

Haruka sat stiffly in the back of the limousine, her hands folded neatly in her lap as the soft hum of the engine filled the quiet interior. She was dressed impeccably, ready for yet another date, but her mind wasn't on the evening ahead. Instead, her focus was entirely on the conversation happening in the front of the car.

Kenji, the family's trusted chauffeur, was chatting casually with Lady Kanna's guest, a young woman sitting across from Haruka he was also driving into the city. The guest had been visiting the mansion earlier, and now she was heading out to her own engagement. Haruka couldn't help but notice how easily the woman struck up a conversation with Kenji-- lighthearted and smooth, as though they had known each other for years.

"Kenji, you always drive so well. I feel so safe with you at the wheel," the woman said with a bright smile.

Kenji chuckled in response. "Well, I try my best. It's important to make sure my passengers feel comfortable."

The woman laughed, her voice tinkling like bells. "Comfortable? You're spoiling me. I might just request you as my personal chauffeur from now on."

Haruka clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white. She forced herself to remain calm, though her insides churned with a confusing mix of emotions. Why did it bother her so much that Kenji was being friendly? He was always kind and courteous to the people he drove, and it was part of his job to engage in small talk.

But this was different. *This* conversation was far too light, far too flirtatious for her liking. The easygoing banter, the way the woman's laughter seemed to fill the limousine, and the way Kenji responded in kind-- it all grated on Haruka. But because she was polite, a representative of Lady Kanna's household, she kept her mouth shut, even as her stomach twisted.

When they finally reached the place where Haruka was to meet her date, Kenji pulled over, glanced back, and gave her a smile.

"I'll be back to pick you up later, Haruka," he said in his usual friendly tone, as if everything was normal.

"Thank you, Kenji," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She let herself out of the limousine, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but she said nothing more.

---

The date was a disaster. Haruka couldn't focus on a single thing her companion was saying. Her mind kept drifting back to Kenji, to the way he had been laughing with that woman, to the ease with which they had talked. By the time her date awkwardly ended with no spark of connection, Haruka was relieved, yet still fuming.

Kenji arrived promptly to pick her up, as always. As soon as Haruka climbed into the back seat, she shut the door a little too forcefully, her expression clouded with irritation. Kenji glanced at her through the rearview mirror, frowning slightly.

"How did your date go?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Fine," Haruka said shortly, staring out the window.

Kenji raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing that something was off. "Are you sure? You don't seem fine."

"I said it was fine, Kenji," she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. Her heart pounded as she realized how close she was to losing her temper.

Kenji's concern deepened. "Something's bothering you. If you want to talk-- "

"I don't want to talk," Haruka cut him off, her tone clipped.

The limousine fell into silence, tense and heavy. Kenji drove quietly for a while, glancing at her every so often. Haruka could feel his eyes on her, but she kept her gaze firmly on the passing city lights, determined not to let him see how upset she truly was.

Finally, Kenji broke the silence. "Why don't we take a detour? Somewhere quiet, just for a moment."

Haruka didn't respond, but she didn't protest either. Kenji took that as agreement and turned the limousine down a side road, heading toward a small park on the outskirts of the city. It was late, and the park was deserted, the trees swaying gently in the cool night breeze.

He parked the limousine and stepped out, walking around to open the door for Haruka. When he opened it, he saw her face-- strained, eyes shining with unspoken frustration. 

"Haruka..." Kenji began softly, concerned. "What's really going on?"

Something in Haruka snapped. She stood up, stepping out of the limousine, her anger boiling over at last. "You were flirting with that woman!" she blurted, her voice shaking with pent-up emotion.

Kenji blinked, taken aback. "Flirting? Haruka, I was just talking to her. I talk to everyone I drive. I talk to you, too."

"That wasn't the same!" Haruka said, her hands trembling. "You were laughing and-- she was practically throwing herself at you, and you-- you were going along with it!" 

Kenji stared at her, clearly baffled. "Haruka, I like talking to people. It's part of the job. I didn't think-- "

"But I did! It felt... it felt different," Haruka struggled to find the words. "It wasn't just you talking to her. It was like she was trying to... I don't know! And it made me so angry."

Kenji paused, his expression slowly shifting as realization dawned. "Wait a minute... were you jealous?"

Haruka opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she looked away, feeling a mixture of shame and confusion.

"I-- no, I wasn't," she tried to deny it, but the way her voice faltered betrayed her. "I don't know! Maybe I was. It just... it just felt wrong, Kenji."

Kenji's expression softened, and he let out a small, understanding sigh. "Haruka, I wasn't flirting with her. I promise you that. She was just being friendly, and I responded in kind. But I had no idea it would upset you like this."

Haruka bit her lip, her anger starting to melt away, replaced by a deep sense of vulnerability. "It wasn't just that, Kenji. I don't know why it bothered me so much, but it did. It's like... I don't know how to explain it."

Kenji nodded, leaning against the door of the car as he looked at her with empathy. "You don't have to explain it. But I think I understand now. Maybe... you felt like it was something more because you care. More than you realized."

Haruka's heart skipped a beat at his words. She hadn't even considered the possibility that her feelings for Kenji ran deeper than mere frustration. Was she really jealous because she... cared?

"I... I don't know," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kenji smiled gently, his eyes kind. "You don't have to figure it all out right now. But just know this-- whatever it was you felt, I wasn't trying to hurt you. I enjoy talking to you, Haruka. Always have. And if something bothered you, you should tell me. I don't want you to feel like you have to bottle it up."

Haruka stared at him for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "I'll try."

As she climbed back into the limousine, her emotions still swirling inside her, she realized that maybe Kenji was right. Maybe there was more to her feelings than she had been willing to admit. But for now, she was content to sit in the quiet, with Kenji driving them back to the mansion, feeling a little lighter, knowing that he understood.

----

Haruka sat in the back of the limousine, her hands nervously folded in her lap, her mind swirling with thoughts that wouldn't settle. Tonight was supposed to be like any other night-- another date lined up, another chance at something that had, so far, eluded her. But this time, something was different. Something she couldn't quite explain.

Kenji glanced at her through the rearview mirror as he usually did, a curious smile on his face. "So, where are we headed tonight, Haruka?" he asked, his tone light and familiar, as if this were just another routine date night.

Haruka met his eyes in the mirror briefly, then looked away. "Just drive," she said softly.

Kenji blinked in surprise. "Drive? Where to?"

"Anywhere," Haruka murmured, her voice distant. She kept her gaze out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of lights. "It doesn't matter."

Kenji frowned slightly, but he did as she asked. The limousine rolled through the streets of Tokyo, weaving between traffic, moving aimlessly. He tried to strike up a conversation a few times-- mentioning the weather, the traffic, some new restaurant in town-- but Haruka responded only with short, distracted answers, clearly lost in her thoughts. The minutes dragged on, and the silence between them grew heavy, punctuated only by the sound of the car's engine.

After a half-hour of driving in random directions, Kenji finally spoke up again, his tone a mix of concern and playful frustration. "You know, Haruka, we're kind of just wasting gas here. Where do you really want to go?"

Haruka hesitated, her fingers gripping the edge of her dress as she stared at her reflection in the tinted window. Her heart pounded in her chest. She had been building up the courage to ask, but now that the moment had come, she wasn't sure how to say it.

"Kenji..." she started, her voice barely audible. She swallowed, forcing herself to speak clearly. "Could you take me back to that park? The one you took me to the other night."

Kenji glanced at her in the rearview mirror again, his brow furrowing in confusion. "The park?" he repeated. "Haruka, you... you don't have a date tonight, do you?"

Haruka stiffened, and a faint blush crept into her cheeks. "I-- of course I do!" she protested, but the words sounded hollow, even to her own ears. "The date is going fine."

Kenji slowed the car, pulling over to the side of the road as he turned to look at her more directly, disbelief clear in his eyes. "Haruka, come on. What's going on here? I'm driving you around aimlessly, and now you're asking to go to a park from the other night. This doesn't feel like one of your usual date nights." He paused, his voice softening. "You're not really going on a date tonight, are you?"

Haruka opened her mouth to deny it again, but no words came out. Her shoulders sagged slightly as she looked down, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. Finally, she let out a small sigh.

"No," she admitted quietly. "I'm not."

Kenji tilted his head, still confused but now more concerned. "Then why all this? What are you trying to do, Haruka?"

Haruka bit her lip, struggling to find the words. Her heart pounded harder, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks again. This wasn't how she had imagined this moment at all-- she wasn't supposed to be flustered or nervous, but here she was, stumbling over herself.

"This is my date," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kenji blinked, his eyes widening slightly. "Wait, *I'm* the date?"

Haruka nodded, feeling more awkward by the second. "Yes. This is... my way of asking you out."

For a moment, Kenji was completely silent, his eyes searching her face as if trying to process what she had just said. Then, slowly, a smile crept onto his face-- half-amused, half-flattered.

"Haruka," he said, shaking his head in disbelief, "you should've just asked me. I would've taken you somewhere nice. A real date, not... whatever this is."

Haruka shook her head, her gaze dropping to her hands again. "This is somewhere nice," she said softly. "I don't expect you to sweep me off my feet, Kenji. I just... I just want you to be there. Like you always are."

The sincerity in her words hung in the air between them, and Kenji's expression softened. He leaned back in his seat, exhaling a long breath, his smile turning gentler.

"Haruka," he began, "I'm flattered, really. But you don't have to do all this to get my attention. You could've just told me how you felt."

Haruka glanced up at him, her eyes uncertain. "It's not easy," she said. "You've always been there, driving me to my dates, listening to me talk about them, even when they don't go well. But I realized... the person I enjoy being around most is you. I don't need some grand romantic gesture. I just need *you*."

Kenji looked at her for a long moment, and then he smiled, a warm, genuine smile that lit up his face. "Well, in that case... I accept," he said.

Haruka's breath caught in her throat, and she stared at him, hardly believing what she was hearing. "You... you do?"

Kenji nodded, still smiling. "Yeah. But next time, let's plan a real date, okay? Something where we don't just drive around wasting gas."

Haruka couldn't help but laugh, the tension inside her finally easing. "Okay," she agreed. "But I don't mind driving around. As long as you're with me."

Kenji chuckled and nodded. "Alright, then. The park it is. Let's go enjoy the night."

As he started the engine again, the limousine began to move smoothly down the road. This time, Haruka didn't feel the usual nervousness or uncertainty she felt before her other dates. Instead, a quiet sense of contentment filled her, knowing that for once, she was exactly where she wanted to be-- with Kenji.

----

Haruka stood in the kitchen of the mansion, her maid uniform perfectly pressed, her apron tied neatly around her waist. The soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated the counters, which were scattered with baking ingredients-- flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate. But this wasn't a usual day of service for Lady Kanna or the household. Tonight, the kitchen was quiet, and the only person Haruka was cooking for was Kenji.

As she measured out ingredients, her hands moved with practiced precision, yet her heart fluttered with a different kind of anticipation. It wasn't just the cake that made her nervous-- it was the fact that this was their first date. Not a conventional one, but in a way that suited them. Kenji, who was always on duty as the family's driver, didn't have the luxury of traditional time off. So Haruka had decided to work around his schedule. If Kenji couldn't go out for a date, she would bring the date to him.

The smell of chocolate filled the air as she stirred the batter, her thoughts wandering. [Would he like it? Was this enough?] Haruka had spent all day trying to perfect the recipe, ensuring it was exactly to Kenji's preferences-- rich chocolate with a hint of espresso, something she remembered him mentioning in a passing conversation. Tonight, she wanted everything to be perfect.

She poured the batter into a pan and slid it into the oven, wiping her hands on her apron. Just as she finished cleaning up, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. She looked up to see Kenji entering the kitchen, still dressed in his driver's uniform but noticeably more relaxed than usual.

"Hey," he said, offering her a warm smile as he leaned against the doorframe. "Smells amazing in here."

Haruka's heart skipped a beat, but she managed to smile back. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells," she replied, feeling a bit flustered. She gestured to the table, where she had set two plates, forks, and a small vase with flowers she had picked from the garden earlier that day. It wasn't much, but it felt... intimate.

Kenji walked over to the table, his eyes scanning the setup with an appreciative glint. "You didn't have to go all out like this, Haruka," he said softly, taking a seat.

Haruka turned back to the oven, checking on the cake. "Well, you never get much time off, so I thought I'd make the most of it," she said, keeping her voice light as she pulled the cake from the oven. The rich aroma filled the kitchen, and Haruka carefully transferred it to a cooling rack. She could feel Kenji's eyes on her as she worked, and it made her cheeks warm.

Once the cake had cooled enough, she sliced two generous pieces and placed them on plates. She carried them over to the table, setting one in front of Kenji before taking her seat across from him.

Kenji picked up his fork, looking down at the cake with genuine excitement. "This looks incredible," he said before taking a bite. His eyes widened, and a pleased grin spread across his face. "Wow. This is amazing."

Haruka couldn't help but blush at his praise, her fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of her apron. "I'm glad you like it," she murmured, feeling her heart swell with a mix of relief and happiness. Seeing him enjoy something she had made, something so personal, felt different than any other compliment she'd ever received.

Kenji took another bite, savoring the flavor, then glanced up at her with a teasing smile. "You're really spoiling me here, Haruka. I could get used to this."

Haruka laughed softly, though her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "I'm not sure I'd call baking a cake spoiling you," she replied, though the warmth in her chest grew at his words. The fact that Kenji was here, enjoying her company, made the night feel... special.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the quiet of the kitchen wrapping around them like a blanket. It wasn't the grandeur of a fancy restaurant or the excitement of a night out, but it was something else-- something genuine. Something that felt right.

Kenji set down his fork after finishing his cake, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "Honestly, Haruka, that was perfect. You really outdid yourself."

Haruka's heart fluttered again, and she looked down at her own half-eaten slice, feeling the warmth of his compliment settle in her chest. "It was just a cake," she said modestly, though her voice was softer than usual.

Kenji shook his head, his gaze steady on her. "It wasn't just the cake, though," he said, his tone sincere. "It's everything. You... always go out of your way to make things special. I noticed that about you from the start."

Haruka blinked, caught off guard by the depth of his words. She had never thought of it like that-- she had always been focused on doing her job, on serving Lady Kanna and the household. But with Kenji... it felt different. She wasn't just fulfilling a duty; she was doing something for him because she wanted to.

She glanced up at him, her voice quiet. "I wanted tonight to be special... for both of us."

Kenji smiled, his eyes warm as he leaned forward slightly. "It is. More than you know."

For a moment, they sat there, the space between them filled with unspoken understanding. Haruka could feel the connection between them-- something that had always been there but was now growing stronger, more tangible. It wasn't flashy or complicated. It was simple, and yet it meant everything.

"I guess we could call this our first date," Kenji said with a chuckle, breaking the silence.

Haruka's lips curled into a soft smile. "I guess we could," she agreed, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

As they sat there, sharing quiet conversation and the remnants of the cake, Haruka realized that this was exactly what she had wanted all along. Not the flashy dates, not the endless rounds of speed dating or awkward introductions. She had wanted something real, something that made her feel seen, understood. And with Kenji, she finally had that.

For the first time in weeks, Haruka felt at peace. And she knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning.

----

Haruka's heart raced as she stood before the heavy wooden door of Lady Kanna's den. She had been summoned, though no reason had been given. The thought of why the young mistress wanted to see her had been gnawing at her all morning, especially since she had heard a few of the maids whispering and giggling as she passed by. Straightening her maid uniform and taking a deep breath, Haruka knocked gently.

"Come in," Lady Kanna's voice called from inside, calm and composed as always.

Haruka entered the dimly lit den, her footsteps light on the polished wooden floor. Lady Kanna sat at her desk, dressed in one of her elegant kimonos, her posture as perfect as ever. She looked up from the papers she was reading, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

"Haruka," Kanna said, gesturing for her to come closer. "I've heard some interesting things from the maids recently."

Haruka froze, her stomach tightening. [The gossip...] She could already feel her cheeks flushing. "My lady?" she asked, trying to maintain her composure.

Lady Kanna raised an eyebrow, the smile still lingering on her face. "Don't be embarrassed. Everyone in the mansion knows that you and Kenji are dating."

Haruka's face turned bright red, her hands instinctively clasping in front of her as she bowed her head. "I... I'm sorry if I've caused any distractions-- "

"Don't be ridiculous," Kanna interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. "You haven't caused any trouble at all. In fact, I'm happy for you." Her voice softened as she leaned back in her chair. "But as your friend, I want to know how it feels. You've been with me for years, Haruka, and I've never seen you like this before."

Haruka hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Kanna wasn't just her mistress; she was also her closest friend. And now, being given permission to speak freely, Haruka realized she hadn't even put her own feelings into words yet. She had been so caught up in the whirlwind of emotions since she and Kenji had started seeing each other that she hadn't taken a moment to reflect on what it all meant.

With a deep breath, Haruka allowed herself to speak honestly. "It's... different," she started, her voice soft. "I've always known my duties, my place in the mansion. But with Kenji, it's like everything feels new. When I'm with him, I feel... seen, in a way I never have before. I'm used to taking care of others, but with him, he looks after me too. It's... comforting." She paused, searching for the right words. "It feels like there's a part of me I didn't know existed until now."

Kanna listened patiently, her sharp eyes studying Haruka's expression with understanding. 

"It's strange," Haruka continued, her blush deepening as she tried to put her emotions into words. "I've always been focused on my duties, on serving you and the family. But now, when I think of Kenji... I feel excited. I feel like I'm not just a maid anymore, like I'm something more. And yet, it's terrifying at the same time."

Kanna smiled, her gaze warm and knowing. "That, Haruka," she said gently, "is love."

Haruka's eyes widened at the word, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. Love. Was that really what this was? She had always considered herself dedicated to her duties, to her life as Lady Kanna's maid. The thought of love had never truly crossed her mind. But as Kanna's words sank in, it all began to make sense. 

Seeing the realization on Haruka's face, Kanna leaned forward slightly. "You've given so much to this household, Haruka. I think it's time you allowed yourself something in return. You deserve happiness."

Haruka bowed her head, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment. "Lady Kanna, I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything," Kanna said with a soft laugh. "But I do want to make sure you and Kenji have a proper start. I'll arrange it so that you two can go out for a real date. No more squeezing in moments between duties. It's important that your courtship gets underway properly."

Haruka's face flushed even more deeply at the thought of Kanna organizing her love life, but she couldn't deny the joy she felt at her mistress's support. She bowed deeply, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you, my lady. Truly, thank you."

Kanna waved her off again, her tone light. "You deserve it, Haruka. Now, go ahead and resume your duties before the maids start gossiping even more about how long you've been in here." She smiled teasingly, and Haruka couldn't help but smile back.

Excusing herself, Haruka left the den, her heart feeling light and full. As she walked through the mansion, she felt as though she were floating on air, her steps lighter than they had ever been before. She couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her lips, nor the warmth that spread through her chest. 

By the time she returned to her duties, her mood had shifted entirely. She was uncharacteristically gentle with the maids under her command, offering kind words and encouragement. The other maids exchanged knowing glances and whispers, their faces lighting up with amused smiles.

"Haruka's in love," one maid whispered to another, giggling.

And for once, Haruka didn't mind the gossip. Because they were right. She was in love, and for the first time in her life, she felt like she had a piece of happiness that was truly her own.

----

The sun filtered through the large windows of the mansion's playroom, casting warm rays across the floor where Haruka sat cross-legged, her black maid uniform slightly ruffled as she played with Tsubaki. The young lord, Lady Kanna and Lord Shion's son, giggled as he rolled a small wooden car across the floor, his dark hair bouncing with every movement. His bright, eager eyes gleamed with energy, and Haruka smiled warmly as she watched him. 

"Aunt Haruka! Watch this!" Tsubaki called out, sending the toy car zooming across the floor and crashing into a tower of blocks. The blocks tumbled down, scattering across the room. Tsubaki clapped his hands, delighted with the chaos he had caused.

Haruka laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "That was quite the crash, young master," she said, her voice light and playful. She glanced at her watch and saw the time. Her smile faded slightly. "But I'm afraid I'll have to leave soon."

Tsubaki's face fell instantly. "Nooo!" he groaned, crawling over to her and tugging at her sleeve. "Stay and play more, Aunt Haruka! Please!"

Haruka's heart tugged at the sight of him, but she knew she had to go. "I wish I could, Tsubaki, but I have to meet someone," she said gently, placing a hand on his head. "It's not polite to keep your friends waiting."

Tsubaki pouted, crossing his arms as he sat back on the floor. "But I don't want you to go," he mumbled.

Just then, the door to the playroom slid open, and in walked Erika, another one of Lady Kanna's maids. Erika had her usual bright and cheerful smile, but her awkward movements made it clear she was always just a step away from some kind of mishap. She gave Haruka an enthusiastic wave before noticing Tsubaki's pout.

"Don't worry, young master," Erika said cheerfully, stepping into the room. "I'll play with you while Aunt Haruka's away!" 

Tsubaki turned to her, his pout deepening. "You're too clumsy, Erika!" he said bluntly, causing Erika to freeze mid-step, her expression faltering for a moment.

Haruka couldn't help but stifle a laugh, but she feigned offense for Erika's sake. "Now, Tsubaki, that's not very nice," she chided, giving him a playful poke in the side. "Erika might be a little clumsy sometimes, but she's full of energy, just like you."

Erika rubbed the back of her neck, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "It's okay, really," she said, waving it off. "I know I'm not as graceful as Haruka, but I promise I won't break anything... or hurt anyone."

Tsubaki narrowed his eyes as if considering this promise, then gave a small shrug. "Okay, but don't mess up my blocks."

Haruka smiled and stood, brushing off her skirt as she prepared to leave. "You'll be fine, Erika," she said reassuringly, though her tone had a hint of teasing in it. "Just remember, Tsubaki isn't a baby anymore. He's full of energy, but I'm sure you can keep up."

Erika shot Haruka a nervous smile. "I'll do my best," she said, though her voice wavered slightly as she glanced at the scattered toys and the ever-energetic young lord. 

Haruka bent down to give Tsubaki a quick hug, ruffling his hair. "Be good for Erika, alright? I'll be back later."

Tsubaki nodded, though it was clear he still wished she could stay. "Bye, Aunt Haruka," he mumbled, already reaching for another toy to occupy his attention.

As Haruka walked toward the door, she glanced back at Erika, who was already gingerly picking up the fallen blocks, trying to organize them into some sort of order. "Just be careful, Erika," Haruka said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think you're the one who's going to end up in trouble here."

Erika looked up, her eyes wide with mock fear. "Noted!" she replied, her voice filled with exaggerated seriousness. 

Haruka chuckled as she left the room, her steps light as she made her way through the mansion. She knew Tsubaki was in good hands-- even if Erika was prone to a bit of clumsiness, she had a good heart and always meant well. But Haruka had to admit, she enjoyed the small playful jab at her friend's expense.

----

Haruka sat at a table draped in a pristine white tablecloth, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a golden hue over the upscale restaurant. The hum of quiet conversation and the clink of fine china filled the air, but her attention was solely on the man sitting across from her. Kenji, looking unusually sharp in his tailored suit, was smiling warmly at her, his eyes full of genuine affection.

Unlike her past dates, this one felt different-- perfect, in fact. For once, Haruka wasn't the one serving dinner; instead, she was the guest, being served an expensive, elegantly presented meal. And while it felt strange, the novelty of it all made her blush profusely.

As a waiter approached with their plates, the aroma of the carefully crafted dishes wafted toward her. Haruka was still processing the fact that she wasn't in her maid uniform or in the kitchen-- no, this time, she was being waited on, and the meal looked every bit as lavish as she had ever seen.

"Here we are," the waiter said with a polite nod, setting down her plate of seared scallops with truffle risotto, followed by Kenji's equally extravagant filet mignon.

Haruka's face flushed even deeper as she glanced down at the food, barely able to believe this was real. "This... is incredible," she murmured, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her fork.

Kenji, with a light chuckle, leaned forward. "So, how does it feel, Haruka?" he asked, his voice soft but teasing. "Being served instead of doing the serving?"

Haruka's blush deepened, her hands fumbling for a moment as she picked up her utensils. She bit her lip, trying to think of how to respond without sounding too flustered. "It feels... strange," she admitted, her eyes darting away from Kenji's as she let out a nervous laugh. "But also... kind of nice. Especially considering-- " She paused, her voice dropping to a sheepish whisper. "-- Lady Kanna is paying for this."

Kenji smiled, clearly amused but also genuinely pleased that she was enjoying herself. "Well, I'd say it's a little more extravagant than I imagined for our second date," he said, taking a bite of his steak and watching her with an affectionate gaze. "But I'm glad you like it."

Haruka nodded, taking a delicate bite of her meal and savoring the rich flavors. She wasn't sure if it was the exquisite food or simply the fact that she was here with Kenji, but everything seemed perfect tonight. Even her usual awkwardness seemed to melt away in his presence, and she felt relaxed in a way she rarely did on her dating app adventures.

As they ate, Haruka's mind wandered back to something she had researched earlier. She cleared her throat, feeling her heart race a little as she decided to bring it up. "So, um... I did a little studying before tonight," she said, her voice hesitant but eager to share. Kenji raised an eyebrow in curiosity, prompting her to continue. "I looked up the 'steps' couples usually take on their first three dates."

Kenji chuckled, setting his fork down as he leaned in with interest. "Oh? And what did you find?" he asked, clearly entertained.

Haruka felt her cheeks heat up again, but she pushed through, reaching into her memory of what she had read. "Well... according to some articles, the first date is meant to establish a connection, see if there's chemistry. The second date is supposed to be more comfortable, more intimate... like, where you really start to learn more about each other."

Kenji nodded, an amused smile playing on his lips. "And how are we doing so far? Are we on track?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Haruka shifted slightly in her seat, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she thought about the next part. "W-Well... we're definitely on track for the second date," she said, glancing down at her plate before looking back at him. "But, um... the third date is when things usually get a little more... romantic. That's when, well... it's expected that there's a kiss."

Kenji leaned back in his chair, clearly amused but also intrigued by her research. "So, a kiss on the third date, huh?" he mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I guess that means we'll have to see how our third date goes, then."

Haruka's heart fluttered, and she quickly looked away, her face now fully red. "Y-Yes... if we get that far," she mumbled, though the playful glint in Kenji's eyes told her he had every intention of getting that far.

Kenji smiled warmly, his voice gentle as he replied. "Haruka, I think we're doing just fine. If anything, I'm looking forward to seeing how this plays out-- whether or not we're 'on track.'"

They continued their meal, but the tension between them was now lighter, filled with shared smiles and lingering glances. For Haruka, this was the first time she felt truly comfortable on a date-- no forced conversation, no awkward silences. Just her and Kenji, enjoying each other's company.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned to lighter topics-- work, stories from the mansion, and shared memories. But beneath it all, Haruka couldn't help but feel a growing warmth in her chest. This was more than just a fancy dinner; it was the start of something real, something she had never expected but now couldn't imagine her life without.

By the time the dessert arrived-- an indulgent chocolate soufflé-- their connection was undeniable. Haruka smiled as Kenji took a bite, clearly savoring the rich, velvety taste.

"This is perfect," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "But not just the food-- the company."

Haruka's heart skipped a beat, and she gave him a shy but genuine smile. "I... I feel the same way," she whispered, her fingers nervously toying with the napkin on her lap.

As the night drew to a close, Kenji stood to help her with her coat, a gesture so simple yet so sweet that Haruka felt her heart swell. She realized that this was more than she had ever hoped for. And as they left the restaurant, the night air cool around them, Haruka couldn't help but feel excited for whatever came next.

Because, in her heart, she already knew-- third date or not-- this was the beginning of something special.

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The quiet hum of the limousine filled the space as Haruka and Kenji drove back to the mansion after their upscale dinner. The city lights flickered past the windows, creating a soft, calming ambiance. Haruka, feeling more at ease than she had in a long time, glanced over at Kenji, who was focused on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel. She couldn't help but smile at how natural everything felt.

As the mansion's familiar gates came into view, Haruka let out a playful sigh. "Looks like we're just going back to the same place after all," she said, teasing Kenji gently.

Kenji chuckled, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Seems like it," he agreed. "But I'd say the company makes all the difference."

He expertly maneuvered the limo into the mansion's garage, the soft click of the engine turning off signaling the end of their evening out. Yet, neither of them moved to get out. Instead, they sat there, the silence between them comfortable but filled with an unspoken tension.

Haruka bit her lip, glancing out of the window for a moment before turning back to Kenji. "Hey," she said softly, "why don't you come sit in the back with me? Just for a little while."

Kenji hesitated for a brief second, his brow furrowing in surprise, but he smiled and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Sure, if that's what you want," he said, moving himself to the back and settling in beside her.

The space in the back of the limousine felt much cozier now, the plush seats and dim lighting making it almost intimate. Haruka shifted slightly, her heart racing as she gathered the courage to reach for Kenji's hand. When their fingers intertwined, she felt a warmth spread through her.

"Let's just... sit here for a while," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. There was something so calming about being close to him, here in the quiet comfort of the limousine, away from the formalities of the world outside.

Kenji squeezed her hand gently, understanding the weight of the moment. He knew what was on her mind, could feel it in the way she leaned into him, the way her hand held his with more than just affection.

"What happened to the third date?" Kenji asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Weren't we supposed to wait until then for... this?"

Haruka let out a soft laugh, her cheeks warming as she looked down, her long bangs casting a shadow over her eyes. "I decided I don't want to wait," she admitted, her voice laced with quiet determination. "Waiting for some arbitrary third date... it just doesn't feel right."

Kenji's smile softened, his gaze never leaving her as he nodded in agreement. "I think that's a good idea," he said, his voice low and sincere.

For a while, they simply sat there, close together, the weight of the evening washing over them both. There was no need for words anymore-- everything was already understood between them. The connection that had been slowly building had finally reached its peak, and now, sitting together in the back of the limousine, it felt like the world outside had ceased to exist. There was only this moment, and each other.

Haruka leaned her head against Kenji's shoulder, closing her eyes as she let the stillness of the night envelop them. This was the best night of her life-- something she hadn't expected, but something she couldn't imagine having gone any other way.

Kenji wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer as they settled in, the tension between them giving way to something deeper, something far more personal. And as the hours passed, the two of them stayed there, wrapped in each other's presence, enjoying the kind of closeness that words could never truly capture.

They didn't need to wait for the third date.

This was the moment they had both been waiting for.

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The morning sun filtered through the garage windows as Haruka descended the stairs, her footsteps light against the polished floor. She noticed Kenji in the back of the limousine, busy scrubbing the upholstery with a focused expression. She paused for a moment, watching him work before stepping forward.

"What are you doing?" Haruka asked, folding her arms, a playful smile on her lips.

Kenji looked up, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Well, after last night... I figured someone might notice if I didn't clean this up." He gestured to the seats, still a bit ruffled from their activities. "Don't want anyone sitting back here and getting distracted by, you know, the evidence."

Haruka sighed, walking over to him with a knowing look. "I suppose it's my fault," she admitted, a touch of guilt in her voice. "Let me help. I'm more experienced with cleaning, anyway."

Kenji chuckled, shaking his head as he handed her a cleaning cloth. "Thanks. I was hoping we wouldn't get into trouble for what we did."

Haruka bent down beside him, spraying some upholstery cleaner onto the seat and rubbing it in with gentle movements. She paused for a moment, glancing at Kenji from the corner of her eye before deciding to reveal something she had been holding onto.

"Actually... Lady Kanna already knows."

Kenji froze for a second, blinking in surprise. "What? How?"

Haruka smiled, though her cheeks flushed slightly at the memory. "I couldn't hide something like that from her. She could see it all over my face this morning." She chuckled softly. "But don't worry, she decided to let it slide."

Kenji let out a relieved laugh, leaning back against the doorframe for a moment. "Must be nice, having the lady of the mansion as your friend."

Haruka nodded, grateful for Kanna's understanding. "It is. She's always been there for me, and I'm glad she didn't make a big deal out of it."

As they continued to work, the awkwardness from their earlier conversation seemed to fade away, replaced by the familiar ease they had around each other. The sound of their movements and the quiet swish of the cleaning cloths filled the space, but there was a warmth between them that was impossible to ignore.

When Kenji leaned over to scrub a particularly stubborn spot, their faces ended up just inches apart. Haruka glanced up, meeting his eyes, and before she realized it, they both leaned in. Their lips brushed together in a soft, gentle kiss, lingering for just a moment longer than they'd planned.

Haruka's heart fluttered, but she pulled back with a smile, playfully nudging him. "We should finish cleaning first."

Kenji chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Right. No distractions until we're done."

The two of them continued their task, but now there was an even stronger sense of anticipation between them. Haruka couldn't help but feel the tension building, but she also felt content, knowing that they were in this together. After all, they had more than just the limousine to finish up-- they had a budding relationship that was only just beginning.

And once the limousine was spotless and everything was in order, they both knew exactly where they would pick up from where they'd left off.




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This story is written with heavy AI assistance.

As a family retainer Haruka is under an obligation to continue her family line. While I think there is some leeway with Haruka's own parents (after all, Haruka's grandmother was the previous head maid and Haruka's mother isn't a maid, but rather an administrative assistant; it's not entirely clear that Haruka's mother was Grandmother's daughter or married into the family so there is some ambiguity at play), Haruka seems to be an only daughter and specifically raised alongside Kanna to be her personal attendant. While Kanna's son Tsubaki is unlikely going to have that kind of relationship with a potential child of Haruka, Haruka still needs to produce an offspring.

So I've had it in my mind that Haruka is a bit of a 'loser' when it comes to things outside of the mansion, and that includes having a life in general. Sure, she's been outside the mansion, and has an adult video stash and loves baking, but none of those things really put her out there to socialize and meet other people, so it seemed appropriate that she needs someone who understands her instead of upending her entire personality just so she can better fit to a 'normal' person's mold. Hence why I wanted to have Haruka eventually get with the guy who was helping her get dates and listen and understand everything Haruka is going through, to the point where Haruka realizes the guy she was looking for was right next to her the whole time. Yes, it's stilly and kind of fairytale, but it does happen.

I still have it in my mind that Haruka likes to play pranks on Erika, but it just never seems to come up. More than likely it's a retread of The Fashion Model anyway, so it's not dwelt upon. Although, funny enough, because Erika is out of focus a lot of the time Haruka is the one that's dating and Erika isn't this time around.

Kenji is basically giving a name to the family's chauffeur. The most notable appearance he had before was in The Fashion Model when he drove Yuki and Shizuka to the airport, then drove Yuki home and offered to stay with her.



~ Razorclaw X