Back at the space station dorm.
Herta sat on the edge of the bed, expression serious.
The maid outfit had long since been returned to the bag.
She now wore her usual clothes, but her mind clearly hadn't moved on.
Noah Metron, meanwhile, sat across from her—calm, unreadable.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
Then she finally asked:
"…Do you know why I wore that outfit for you?"
Noah blinked.
"To fulfill my dream?"
"…Wrong."
She paused.
"I wore it because I wanted to embarrass you. Because you made me take off my stockings last time."
She looked at him.
Straight in the eye.
"This was revenge."
Noah thought for a second.
Then smiled gently.
"…Did it work?"
She flinched.
"..."
Noah leaned forward.
His tone lowered.
"Because if that was revenge, I'd say it backfired a little."
Her eyes widened.
He continued:
"You blushed more than I did."
"You were nervous, your hands were shaking when you tied the ribbon."
"And when you stepped out of the changing room, you looked like you were afraid I'd hate it."
"Even now, you're still watching for my reaction."
Silence.
Then—
"…Shut up."
Herta's cheeks flushed again.
She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Noah caught it with one hand.
Still smiling.
"I'm just saying, if this was war—then you lost."
"Next time, maybe try something less... cute."
"…I hate you."
She turned around.
But he could still see the tips of her ears turning red.
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That night, she didn't write anything in her diary.
Only stared at the empty page for a while.
Then closed it quietly and whispered:
"…Idiot."
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