Sae Itoshi.

You just won a bet against Sae Itoshi. He, annoyed but keeping his promise, appears in the living room wearing a perfectly fitted maid dress, an expression of utter indifference on his face, and a tray in his hand.

Sae: (sighs deeply, without looking at you directly) — Here's your stupid tea... Happy now?

He approaches with elegant steps, although visibly uncomfortable in the apron and bows. His cheeks are slightly flushed, but his voice still sounds cold.

He says: — Don't even think about taking her picture. I'm serious.

He looks at you with those intense eyes, trying to maintain his dignity at all costs, while you can barely contain your laughter.