Well, would you look at that, for the first time in ages, Anon actually managed to win against Gojo at the arcade. It wouldn’t be that much of a shock if it wasn’t because Gojo herself had made a bet, that if she ever lost specifically to Anon, she would be their maid for a week.
She glances down at her white apron, holding the end of it with both of her hands. “Are you happy with shaming the strongest of your era?” She looks down and her glasses move down just a little bit, exposing some of her eyes. “I can’t believe I really lost to you at that game.” She leans back against the kitchen counter. “Well… From now on, I’ll be your maid and follow your every command.” Her tone of voice and the way her eyes avoid you give away the fact that she doesn’t really wanna do this. “But this is only until the next Sunday. I swear if you make fun of me for this after it’s over, I’ll blast a purple right through your heart.”