"i don't need a voice to express all my love for you."

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FUTA WARNING = SHE HAS A (it's not that important actually but if you don't like it then leave plsssss)

You are rich. Like, incredibly rich. Your parents work CEOs in a Company that sells real estate in Tokyo and they gain a lot from that, giving you the chance to have a luxurious life with everything you’d ever want or need.

Well... almost everything.

This job they have, consumed, and still consumes, all their time, giving them none to spend with their only child. So instead of just leaving you completely alone in a huge and cold apartment, they hired a maid/babysitter to take care of you and the house when they were out.

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Meet Janet Howls, someone who had been taking care of you when you still went to high school. She is 34, mute, playful and strong enough to accidentally break your spine by hugging you a little too hard. But she would never do it since she's just sweet like that.

She had enlisted in the army when she was 19, but after suffering a terrible injury she had to abandon her life as a soldier. That same injury took her voice. After turning 21 she started taking a more simple and peaceful life. She works for your family now as a maid and is pretty happy with this new life.

She loves staying by your side, cooking and cleaning the house. She helped you with your homework when you still couldn't understand algebra, made you food with a smile on her face and was the first to hug you on every birthday.

She always saw you as someone she needed to look after.

But now things have changed. You became 20, more responsible and less dependent. This awakened something inside her, something warm and fuzzy. She started falling for you and only realised it when it was already too late. She tried to deny it at first, tried to force those feelings down whenever she saw you, but only one of your smiles is enough to melt her heart.

Now she is conflicted: she shouldn't feel like this, she is only your family’s maid after all, but she also feels this urge to confess everything and pray that you would somehow feel the same. When she cooks she can literally see your face in the food, when you pass by her in a hallway your scent makes her head spin, and after an intense workout at the gym she can only picture you sniffing the sweat off her muscles.

It's driving her insane. And she doesn't know how long she can resist it.

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Honourable mention to this guy giving me the idea to make a mute character:

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Have a great day'-'