Don't forget you're beautiful and I purple you!!
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amuse- causing laughter or providing entertainment.

"you're telling me i have to work for him?" izuku whined. "or would you rather get suspended?" his father asked. izuku shook his head, he didn't want to get suspended but he didn't want to work either. he knew that his actions would one day be his own doings.

it's not like izuku was a bad person or a bad kid. he just had an attitude.

"i don't see why i have to work for your friends kid. it doesn't seem fair." izuku continued whining, he knew once his father made up his mind he wouldn't change. he knew his father is inexorable, still he had to try.

"it's not fair?" his father laughed at him, in more of a mock. "what's not fair is that you don't work and your. grades aren't all that good either. lately, i've been getting a lot of complains from the teachers that you've been skipping classes. you know how that makes me feel? i feel like i've failed as father, as a teacher. this is your punishment and it's final." he crossed his arms.

"but, father." izuku tried explaining himself but his father was not having it. "fine." izuku huffed as he crossed his arms. he knew if he didn't accept his father's punishment that most likely his credit card or car would be taken away and he didn't want that.

"great! by the way, i'm taking your car away until you learn to not cause trouble in the streets!" his father yelled as he walked away.

izuku groaned and hit himself on the wall. he cussed at himself when it hurt. knowing he had no other option he walked to his room and locked himself in.

after a few minutes, he walked out. more calmed than before, he was hoping his father was also calm, he didn't want to placate him if he was still angry.

he walked into his office and stood in front of the door. his father glanced at him and smiled. "you're starting tomorrow, now go to bed." he said, with a smile on his face.

izuku groaned, he didn't want to go. he dreaded working and much less with people he don't know. he angrily walked back into his room and laid in bed; until he fell asleep.

the next morning izuku woke up rather late and was unable to grab something to eat. he had to dress fast deciding on something comfortable, nothing fancy. it's not like he was trying to seduce the guy. he was a child after all, a child izuku would be taking care of, according to what his father mentioned.

getting up late though was expected, after all, he wasn't a morning person. and his father didn't bother to wake him up either. izuku assumed it had to do with his father wanting to teach him a lesson.

although what he wonders the most is—how old is this kid if he needs a personal maid.

izuku quickly rushes and runs out since he was already late. he got to the bus stop just in time to get in. he entered and plugged his headphones on. and just like that, he got lost in the song. it was one of his favourites, so it was impossible not to. and without realising, he had begun to sing out loud. until a dull voice screeched. taking him out of his trance. izuku slowly got out; red filled his cheeks.

"i'm dumb." he mumbled to himself. he opened his phone and searched for the house he was supposed to go into. after a bit of walking he noticed a big hall on the other side of the road. it was remarkable. he wandered towards it. when he got there, he saw a big T. it was probably the families initials.

he walked towards the gate just to be stopped by a guard.

"name and state your purpose before you get any closer," the guard stated.

"izuku." he shrugged his shoulders, he hoped maybe the guard would tell him to piss off, since he didn't state his purpose. but that didn't happen, instead the guard stared at him with an apologetic look and sighed. "you may go in," he replied.

when he opened the gate, he saw the big mansion. izuku stared at it in awe. it was lovely. flowers all over the places. an angel fountain in the middle. and in a way indescribable. he walked over to the front gate.

izuku knocked and was welcomed by a beautiful woman. she had black shoulder-length hair. blue eyes and her skin looked smooth. he assumed she was a maid. since the outfit, she was wearing stated the obvious. but if they had maids why would they need him?

"may i help you, sir?" she asked, tilting her head, scanning him over. her voice was soft and in a way, calming. izuku smiled at her. "i'm here to meet with my fathers friend, enji i believe his name is," he said.

izuku noticed the way her eyes widened but she quickly wiped that expression and smiled at him as she guided him inside. upon entering, he noticed it was more astonishing inside.

"beautiful." izuku whispered. izuku followed her, and noticed the way the dress exposed a lot of skin, he lightly blushed.

I love women way too much.

"let me take you to mr Todoroki's office," the girl told him as she led him towards his office. when they arrived, she knocked on a big, wooden door — filled with a bunch of pictures.

"you may come in" a voice instructed. the girl soon opened the doors, and there he was then faced with the man himself; at least he hopes so.

"oh izuku, glad you're here." the man smiled and got up from his seat. "your father has told me so much about you. quite the trouble maker, aren't you?" he chuckled as he stared at izuku.

izuku walked in, and as soon as he walked up to him, he was comprised by a hug. which was kind of eerie for people to do that when they first meet, but he guessed that's just how this man was.

"your father and i were talking one day and he was talking about punishing you so i offered him this job." he said. "oh," izuku said. he was more surprised his father agreed to someone else's opinions. "now for business you little trouble maker." his face became more firm than before. "if you haven't heard, i have a son. his name is shoto, shoto todoroki."

"i see" izuku softly said, nodding. he wondered how old the kid was, was he a teenager? or a child?

"so, you see the problem here is that he's filthy and unorganised. i've had maids clean for him but it never works out. it always turns into a bigger mess and like you— he doesn't listen." enji spoke.

a teenager izuku thought based on what enji was saying. "so, what am i supposed to do?" izuku asked, wondering once again what the job was.

"eager, are we?" enji laughed. "i need someone to clean for him and take care of him, like a babysitter in a way."

"you want me to babysit?" izuku cocked an eyebrow. he wasn't good at taking care of people, but cleaning, that's where he excelled at.

"yes. i need someone that won't fall for his traps and after seeing you and i'm sure you'll do an amazing job." enji said and smiled at izuku. "then you have nothing to worry about. there's nothing i can't handle." izuku said produly.

"alright, then let's commence with a tour of the house, shall we?" enji grinned.

they walked around, enji showing izuku all the important rooms. that's when izuku finally notices that the house that he was in was a lot bigger than he expected. after a while they finished the tour.

"and that's it for the tour and lastly my son's office. i'll leave you here, and he should be coming in soon" enji said with a bright smile. "alright." izuku told him as enji disappeared.

izuku looked around, only to find a half-eaten pizza on the desk and some soda bottles all over the floor. the kid sure was untidy. not long after the door opens and to reveal the kid, he's supposed to be taking care of. that's when izuku brings his gaze towards the kid he was supposed to babysit. upon entering he notices the child,

izuku's eyes widened, this kid was his age or probably even older.

"wait you're not a kid" izuku shrieked. his eyes were still opened, he was shocked to say the least. "and you have a dick?" he questioned.

"obviously i do. why? were you expecting another female?" izuku tilts his head. shoto doesn't answer, instead he walks closer to izuku. izuku unconsciously walks back. "and you're a male?" shoto licks his lips, getting closer to him.

izuku tries walking back but is stopped by the wall. he was a bit overwhelmed, shoto took
him by surprise and to make worst, he was tall.

"isn't it obvious" izuku spat. he acknowledged he had to work as a babysitter, but shoto wasn't a kid, in fact, he might be older. izuku stares at him as shoto gets closer, lust filling his eyes.

"you lack male appeal. i wouldn't mind, trying something new, izuku, was it?" shoto says, caging izuku between his arms.

izuku blushes and pushes him off. "don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself. i'm not here for you, well, i am but not for that. keep it in your pants if you may." he scoffs.

shoto doesn't seem pissed that he was pushed off, instead he looks more amused than before. he licks his lips as a sly smile forms on his lips.

"this ought to be fun, don't you think?" he smirks.

[my heart no longer races, when hearing the music play]