My Lovely Maid Oh Wait That’s A Boy Chapter 7 - 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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The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow through the partially open window of Izuku’s room. The sounds of the city outside were faint, muffled by the gentle breeze that swayed the curtains. Inside, the room was quiet, save for the scratching of a pencil against paper as Izuku jotted down notes in his hero analysis notebook.

(Y/N) was sprawled out on the floor, leaning against the bedframe with a book in hand, though his focus wasn’t entirely on the pages. He wasn’t much of a reader, but he didn’t mind accompanying Izuku in these late-night study sessions. It was a routine by now—Izuku doing his best to prepare for the future, and (Y/N) being… well, (Y/N).

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Izuku’s voice broke the silence, tentative and soft.

(Y/N) didn’t look up from his book, his gaze still fixed on the words he wasn’t really reading. “Hm?”

Izuku hesitated, tapping his pencil against his notebook. “The UA entrance exams… they’re coming up soon.”

(Y/N) gave a vague grunt in response, neither encouraging nor dismissive. It was just enough to show he was listening.

Izuku took a deep breath, the weight of his nerves evident in the way his voice wavered. “I mean… this is it. UA is the first step toward becoming a real hero. I’ve been working so hard for this, and I know Toshinori believes in me, but…” He trailed off, his hand tightening around the pencil.

(Y/N) finally glanced up, his expression unreadable.

Izuku continued, his words spilling out in a rush. “But what if I mess up? What if all this training wasn’t enough? What if—”

“Stop.” (Y/N)’s voice was firm, cutting through Izuku’s rambling. He didn’t say more, but the single word was enough to make Izuku pause and take a shaky breath.

There was a moment of silence, the kind that felt heavier than words. Then Izuku spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “It’s just… it’s scary, you know? Going alone. I mean, I know I’ll be surrounded by other people, but it’s not the same. You’ve always been there, even when I didn’t ask you to be. So…” He hesitated, then looked up, meeting (Y/N)’s gaze. “Would you… maybe want to come with me?”

A few moments of silence goes by, “For old time’s sake?” Izuku adds rather awkwardly. 

(Y/N) didn’t respond right away. He leaned his head back against the bedframe, staring at the ceiling as if deep in thought. Izuku fidgeted, his fingers tapping nervously against the notebook.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N) finally spoke. “For old time’s sake, huh?” His tone was unreadable, but there was a hint of something softer beneath his usual indifference.

Izuku nodded quickly. “Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to do anything. Just… be there. Like always.”

(Y/N) closed his book with a soft thud and stood up, stretching lazily. “Fine,” he said, his tone casual as if agreeing to something much smaller than accompanying Izuku to one of the most significant moments of his life. “But if you think I’m gonna hold your hand the whole time, you’re out of your mind.”

Izuku let out a nervous laugh, relief washing over him. “I wasn’t going to ask that! Just having you there is enough.”

(Y/N) smirked faintly, grabbing his sword from where it leaned against the wall. “Good. Because I’ve got better things to do than babysit.”

But as (Y/N) turned away, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Izuku didn’t see it, but it was there—a subtle acknowledgment of their bond.

• timeskip •

The gates of UA were even more imposing in person than they were in the pictures. The massive archway loomed over the crowd of prospective students, each one brimming with a mix of excitement and nerves. Izuku and (Y/N) stood just outside the entrance, taking it all in.

Izuku was practically vibrating with nervous energy, clutching his notebook tightly to his chest. “This is it,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “The start of everything…”

(Y/N), on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. He had his hands in the pockets of his maid uniform, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“You’re gonna wear yourself out before you even get inside,” (Y/N) said, glancing at Izuku.

Izuku gave a sheepish laugh. “I can’t help it. This is UA! The number one hero school! I just… I don’t want to mess up.”

“You won’t,” (Y/N) said simply.

Before Izuku could respond, the crowd began to move, and the two of them followed the flow of students through the gates. The atmosphere inside was electric, the air buzzing with anticipation.

As they entered the main hall, a booming voice echoed through the space, drawing everyone’s attention. Present Mic stood at the front of the room, his energetic demeanor instantly filling the room with excitement. He explained the rules of the practical exam, detailing how students would earn points by taking down villain bots while avoiding penalties for harming “civilians.”

Izuku listened intently, scribbling notes in his notebook, while (Y/N) leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed as he scanned the room. His gaze lingered on a few students who stood out to him but other than that he made no move to interact with them.

When the briefing ended, the students were led to the testing grounds. The large, sprawling cityscape was an impressive sight, with towering buildings and narrow alleyways designed to test the students’ abilities.

(Y/N) and Izuku stood side by side at the starting line, surrounded by other examinees. Izuku was practically shaking, his eyes darting around as he tried to come up with a strategy.

“Relax,” (Y/N) said, his voice calm. “You’ve got this. Just remember what we’ve been training for.”

Izuku nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

Then the signal blared, and chaos erupted.

The students scattered, each one sprinting into the city to hunt down villain bots. Izuku hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the exam, but (Y/N) gave him a light shove.

“Go,” he said. “Don’t waste time.”

Izuku nodded again and took off, determination replacing his nerves. (Y/N) watched him go, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He didn’t move right away, instead taking his time to assess the situation. The other students were focused on taking down as many bots as possible, but (Y/N) noticed something they didn’t—the subtle patterns in how the bots moved, the way they seemed to respond to the students’ actions.

“Amateurs,” he muttered under his breath, drawing his sword.

With a single swift motion, he launched himself into the fray, his blade slicing through a group of villain bots with precision and ease. He moved like a shadow, his movements almost too fast to follow as he cut through the bots one by one.

Despite the chaos around him, (Y/N) remained calm, his focus unwavering. He didn’t go after the bots for points—he was here for one reason only: to watch over Izuku. And as he moved through the city, taking down any bot that got too close to his friend, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

Izuku was doing well, well as well as someone who hasn’t run into any boys And though (Y/N) would never admit it out loud, he was glad he had decided to tag along.

After all, some habits were hard to break.