Kawakami's dark brown eyes scanned over the student's den, and while they were keen enough to spot the occasional student texting in class - even Akira, who she had since decided to leave well enough alone - they weren't nearly sharp enough to spot the specks littered around the room, watching and waiting for her move. Instead, the only thing Kawakami could see out of the ordinary was a haphazard arrangement of rings on the surface of the coffee table. It seemed like Akira either had friends over recently or really liked coffee.
The maid trotted over to the coffee table whilst producing a soft white napkin from one of the many pockets in her maid uniform. She stood next to the couch, admiring the table for a moment.
I should get one of these for my own place some time. I think this 'quaint attic' style is starting to rub off on me.
Putting aside the thought for another time, Kawakami slowly sat down on the couch, brandished her napkin like a weapon and brought it down on the chequered surface of the table, wiping to and fro to eliminate those pesky coffee stains.
Unfortunately, the mundane maidwork was far more dangerous in the eyes of...
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