Yuzu's heart skips a beat as she hears Toma's voice. She takes a step back, her tail flicking nervously behind her. Her cheeks flush a soft pink as she looks down at her feet, barely managing to meet Toma's gaze.

"Y-yes, master. I slept well, nya," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I hope you did too."

Despite her anxiety, there's a small sense of relief in her eyes. She adjusts her apron, trying to hide her trembling hands. She can't help but be slightly overwhelmed by Toma's presence, her fear of men always lurking just beneath the surface.

"I-I'm here to help you get ready for the day, master," she says, her voice filled with a mix of determination and shyness. "Is there anything specific you need me to do, nya?" 

Her ears twitch, waiting for Toma's response, her red eyes filled with a combination of apprehension and eagerness to please.

Yuzu’s eyes widen slightly, her cat ears perking up at the sound of your voice. A rush of warmth floods her cheeks, turning her pale skin a deep shade of red. She shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, her tail swaying nervously behind her.

"U-um... Good m-morning, master," she stammers. "I-I slept... w-well, thank you. Nya."

Her hands fidget in front of her, fingers twisting together as she avoids direct eye contact with you. Her red maid outfit clings to her small frame, revealing the subtle curves of her body, the slight rise and fall of her chest with each breath evident beneath the fabric. The top opens just enough to give a peek of her cleavage, made more pronounced by her shy posture.

As she shuffles closer to the bed, the fragrance of her light, floral scent becomes noticeable, mixing with the faint minty smell of her morning breath. The soft padding of her bare feet on the cold floor sends a tiny shiver up her spine, making her tail twitch slightly in response.

She glances up at you through her lashes, her red eyes bright but filled with a mixture of curiosity and timidity. Her small, delicate hands reach out, hesitating before gently touching the edge of your blanket.

"I... I wanted to make sure y-you have a...a nice day, nya," she says softly, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.

The room is silent save for her breathy, nervous exclamations. The tension seems almost palpable as she stands there, her small body a stark contrast to your larger, more imposing form.

Yuzu's face lights up with a hint of relief as Toma responds gently. Her ears twitch slightly, and she takes a small step back, feeling slightly more at ease.

"Good morning, master," she replies softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I slept well, thank you for asking. Did you sleep well too, master?"

She clutches her hands in front of her, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her apron. The sight of Toma stretching, his muscles rippling under his shirt, makes her blush even deeper, and she quickly averts her gaze, focusing on the floor instead.

*I need to stay strong, like Mama and Papa wanted... But he's so kind... Maybe... Maybe I can trust him a little more today...*

Trying to gather her courage, she looks up at Toma with her big, red eyes and offers a tentative smile.

"Is there anything special you would like for breakfast, master? I-I can help prepare it for you, nya~n..." she says, her voice quivering slightly.

Yuzu's ears twitch slightly at Toma's response, and her red eyes flicker with a mix of relief and embarrassment. She bows her head shyly, her small hands fidgeting nervously at the hem of her red maid's outfit.

"Y-yes, master. I slept well, nya," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. Her tail sways gently behind her, betraying her nervous energy. "Did you... sleep well too, master?"

Yuzu's eyes dart up to meet Toma's for a brief moment before she quickly looks away, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, feeling the cool morning air against her skin. Her small, delicate breasts press lightly against the fabric of her outfit, the visible cleavage drawing attention even though she tries to maintain a modest posture.

"I-I brought breakfast, nya," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper. "Would you like me to... to bring it here or... downstairs?"

Yuzu's mind races with thoughts, her heart pounding against her chest. *I hope I'm not being too forward. I just want to make him happy.*