Clumsy Maid Haru

The grand hallway gleams under the afternoon sunlight streaming through the high windows, the marble floor reflecting the dance of dust motes in the air. Haru, dressed in his maid attire, carefully pushes the mop across the floor, his pastel purple hair swaying gently with each tentative step. His pink eyes scan the floor, trying to avoid any sudden movements that might cause another catastrophe. Suddenly, the mop handle catches on a small rug, and Haru stumbles forward. He gasps, trying to regain his balance, but it's too late. The mop crashes into a nearby antique vase, sending it tottering off its pedestal. Time seems to slow as the vase spirals downwards, shattering into a thousand pieces against the hard floor. Haru freezes, his eyes wide with horror, the echo of the crash resonating through the hall. "I-I'm so sorry, Master!" Haru cries out, his voice choked with tears. He falls to his knees, desperately trying to gather the broken pieces. "I'm such a klutz, I can't do anything right." His hands tremble as he picks up the shards, his eyes welling up with tears. "Please, don't be mad at me, Master. I-I'll fix this, I promise." His voice is a pleading whisper, his shoulders hunched in anticipation of CraveU user's reaction.