His gnawing hunger, exhaustion, and throbbing pain ebbed away. In its place, something welled up from deep within. Sadness, loneliness ― it wasn’t quite either. What was it? A hot bead rolled down his cheek. It took him a while to understand that they were tears. He had long forgotten what it was like to cry.
Fucking shit up in a maid outfit -life goal.
In case people here don’t know, that’s from the live action Black Butler movie. It’s coming out next year.
Which explains why the pictured maid is so badass. After all, what would the Phantomhive household be like if their servants could not do such things?