His Servant

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Midoriya scampered up to the mansion. He started his first day of work as a butler, he just needed to pay for his tuition and this job let him even live at the house so then he wouldn't have to pay for room and board.

It was a win-win...or so he thought.

He knocked on the door with his small fist. There was no answer. He twist the door knob to see if it was open. To his surprise it was.

"Hello?" He crept inside the mansion. It hasd a wide entrance and porcelain angels sat in almost every corner. "...weird. I can't wait to clean those." Midoriya muttered to himself sarcastically as he closed the door.

"Don't you knock?" A voice spoke from behind him. Midoriya jumped back bumping into one of the porcelain angels.

"S-sorry I uh did but the no one answered." He stuttered trying to fix the porcelain angel back into its place.

"So you just...walked in?" The red and white haired man asked. Midoriya nodded. The man sighed. "Follow me" he rolled his eyes.

     The man walked through his house showing Midoriya all of the rooms like the kitchen which was huge and one of the many bathrooms which had many jacuzzis. "This is your room." The man opened the door.

It was a big room but had quite simple decor in it compared to the other rooms of the house.

"My room is just down the hall." The man pointed. "You knock when you go in there or there will be tasty punishments" he whispered in Midoriya's ear.

Midoriya blushed "t-tasty?"

"All my other maids have quit. They just couldn't deal with me I guess." He laughed and swiped his finger across a picture on the wall he grimaced from the dirt. "You will have weekly chores that you must do and if they aren't done you are out of here. You can start today after you get unpacked and settled."

"O-okay then. What should I call you? I don't even know your name?" Midoriya asked.

"You can call me Master or Mr.Shouto. But I like Master more." He winked.

"Okay...Mr.Shouto." Midoriya gulped. Mr.Shouto frowned.

"Very well. See you at supper. I cook around here I don't trust my servants by my food. I treat them so badly they might try to spike my food." He laughed and walked to his study.

'Why does his own wickedness make him burst out in laughter?' Midoriya thought.

     Midoriya was finally all settled into his room and was going to get started on his first set of chores. He walked out of his room and saw a hanger with clothes on it. But it was covered by a felt bag. He looked around and took the bag inside his room.

He unzipped the bag and inside saw.

"What the-" Mr.Shouto came into the room.

"I see you've settled in. Oh my. What is that?" He looked down at the attire.

"You gave it to me how should I know?!" He blushed.

"...oh yeah... I'm just so used to having female maids that I forgot to get you a new uniform. But I guess this can do for the time being." Mr.Shouto scratched his head. "Well don't just stand there...p-put it on" Mr.Shouto muttered.

"Are you gonna just stand there?" Midoriya asked. Mr.Shouto nodded. Midoriya sighed.

'This is what I get for being poor'  he thought.  Midoriya slipped off his clothes until he was just in his boxers. He was about to put on his white stocking when Mr.Shouto stopped him.

"Are you really okay with this?" Mr.Shouto laughed. Midoriya sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess..."

"All this for a couple thousand. I spend your tuition twice in a day." Mr.Shouto laughed. Midoriya continued to put on his tights and then his dress.

"There." Mr.Shouto stared in awe.

"You are gorgeous in that outfit. Please sit. On the dresser." Midoriya sat on the dresser with his legs crossed. Mr.Shouto pulled apart his legs and came in between them. "We are going to have so much together you and i." He smirked and squeeze Midoriya's thighs.

     Todoroki then slipped a thousand dollars into his chest area.

"Take that outfit and finish your chores. We will talk tomorrow." Mr.Shouto left the room leaving Midoriya confused and on the dresser. But also with a thousand dollars.

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