My Lovely Maid Oh Wait That’s A Boy Chapter 4 - Blog Posts

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⬐ After losing his job and with nowhere else to go, (Y/N) ends up working as a maid for the Midoriya family. His soft features and quiet nature make everyone assume he’s a girl, and honestly, he doesn’t bother correcting them—it’s just easier that way. Everything seems fine until Izuku comes home and meets their new “maid,” and things get awkward fast. What starts as a simple job quickly turns into a tangle of misunderstandings that neither of them saw coming.

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For the past few weeks, (Y/N) had been following Izuku around at Inko’s request. He didn’t mind; it wasn’t like it was an inconvenience. Izuku, unlike most kids (Y/N) had seen, seemed to have a deep drive to train, to push himself harder each day. (Y/N) wasn’t exactly sure what the boy’s goal was, but he was doing what Inko had asked—keeping an eye on him and making sure he didn’t push himself too far.

Izuku was dedicated to his training, even though no one knew about his secret sessions with All Might. The boy didn’t seem to let anything stop him. Most days, (Y/N) just watched from a distance, staying on the sidelines. He didn’t train, didn’t offer advice, and didn’t try to get involved. He simply observed, letting Izuku do his thing, as the task requested of him. It was simple enough.

Today was no different. Izuku was pushing himself hard, sweat dripping down his face, his breath coming in heavy gasps. (Y/N) remained quiet, watching the boy stretch and catch his breath. It wasn’t until Izuku stopped, his brow furrowing, that (Y/N) took notice. The boy looked over his shoulder, a mix of curiosity and suspicion in his eyes.

“Hey,” Izuku called out. “I’ve been meaning to ask… Why do you always follow me around? You don’t train, you just watch me. Why do you keep tagging along like this?”

(Y/N) didn’t show any signs of surprise, as though the question had been expected. He tilted his head slightly, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Inko asked me to keep an eye on you,” (Y/N) answered, his tone calm and steady, though there was no real warmth to it. “She’s worried you don’t have enough people your age around, so I’m here to make sure you’re alright.”

Izuku blinked, his face a little confused. “So… You’re here just because my mom asked you to? Like, as a favor?”

(Y/N) could sense the hurt starting to settle in Izuku’s voice. There was an undertone of disappointment in the boy’s words that wasn’t hard to miss. Still, (Y/N) didn’t react to it. This was just the way things were, wasn’t it?

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied, not sugar-coating anything. “She’s just worried about your social life, or the lack of one. Thought it’d be good if you had someone around.”

Izuku’s shoulders sagged slightly, and he stared down at the ground, not saying anything for a moment. His voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper. “So… you’re only here because my mom asked you to? You’re just… a babysitter, huh?”

(Y/N) didn’t respond immediately. He could see Izuku’s discomfort, the hurt settling over him like a heavy blanket. But there was something about the way Izuku asked that made (Y/N) pause. The boy seemed so vulnerable in that moment, even though he was still trying to keep his usual determination intact.

“I guess you could say that,” (Y/N) said, his voice neutral. It wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. He couldn’t exactly explain the real reason he’d agreed to stay around. It was too complicated for words, and besides, what good would it do to burden Izuku with the details?

Izuku’s eyes were glistening with tears now, his expression wobbling between confusion and sadness. “So… you’re not really here because you want to be my friend? You’re just doing this because my mom told you to?”

The raw emotion in Izuku’s voice almost caught (Y/N) off guard. His instincts told him to brush it off, to not get involved. But he couldn’t ignore the way Izuku’s words cut through the calm exterior.

(Y/N) exhaled sharply, thinking for a moment before speaking again. “Inko asked me to keep an eye on you because… well, you’re the first kid my age I’ve seen in a while. Most people I work for don’t have kids my age, so when she mentioned you, I thought… why not? It seemed interesting to me, is all.”

Izuku stared at him, blinking through the tears now falling freely. “You mean… you wanted to hang out with me because… you don’t have anyone else your age around?”

(Y/N) nodded, his gaze shifting away from Izuku for a moment, briefly distracted by the changing clouds in the sky. There was a strange, almost peaceful quality to the moment, but he quickly snapped his attention back to Izuku. “Yeah. Maybe. I thought… it might be good to have someone around my age to talk to.”

Izuku’s breath hitched, and he took a shaky step forward, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “That… that would be really nice, you know? I don’t really have any friends. I thought… maybe I was just too weird, too different for anyone to want to be friends with me.” His voice cracked slightly, his tears flowing faster.

(Y/N) was silent, watching the boy’s tears fall in a steady stream. He couldn’t quite bring himself to say anything that would make it better. Izuku was so open, so vulnerable in that moment. And yet, (Y/N) couldn’t bring himself to be the one to comfort him.

“Are you sure?” Izuku whispered, his eyes wide, as if searching for any trace of sincerity. “You really want to be my friend?”

(Y/N) didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t want to lie outright, but he also didn’t want to hurt the boy. So, instead, he said nothing, merely giving him a small nod, as if it would somehow be enough.

Izuku’s expression softened slightly, his tears still coming, but this time it seemed like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He looked up at (Y/N), his lips quivering as a small smile formed. “I’d really like that… I really would.”

(Y/N) blinked, an odd sensation settling in his chest. The smile on Izuku’s face was so genuine, so filled with hope that for a moment, he found himself unsure of how to react. There was a tug in his heart, something unfamiliar. It wasn’t like anything he’d felt before.

Izuku continued to cry, but now, it wasn’t out of sadness—it was a relief, a sense of something real, finally. And for the briefest of moments, (Y/N) almost felt the need to pat him on the back, to say something reassuring. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t good at that.

Instead, his gaze drifted upward, and he saw a cloud drifting lazily through the sky. It was a peaceful, slow-moving thing, white and fluffy. “Huh,” (Y/N) muttered, almost to himself, “I wonder what kind of cloud that is.”

Izuku, still sniffling, didn’t respond immediately, as he was lost in his own thoughts. (Y/N) looked at him for a moment longer, his eyes softening just a little, but he quickly turned his attention back to the sky. The cloud had already moved past, leaving nothing but a small memory of its presence.

“Maybe… maybe it’s a sign,” Izuku whispered, his voice still shaky but filled with a small flicker of hope.

(Y/N) didn’t reply. Instead, he just looked at the sky, his mind drifting along with the cloud, unsure of what the future held, but for once, his thoughts weren’t entirely clouded with indifference.