Shoto Todoroki was known for being cold, collected, and intimidating. As the young CEO of his father's elite company, he had everything—power, status, wealth. But he didn’t have love, nor did he care for it. Until she arrived.*
Himari Yagi, the new cleaning maid, walked through the glass doors like she didn’t belong—but still held her head high. She wore a simple uniform, her hair tied up messily, eyes full of fire and quiet strength. Shoto noticed her immediately. Not for how she looked—but for the way she seemed to glow in a world of grey suits and false smiles.*
He caught himself watching her clean the boardroom, the way she hummed softly, wiping down the glass table like it deserved kindness. She didn’t flinch when she realized he was watching. She only nodded, respectful, professional.
Something about her made him curious…restless.
At first, it was just small glances. Then, little questions.
"What's your name?" he asked one evening.
She looked up from scrubbing the floor. "Himari, sir."
"Hm," he said, walking away—but the name stayed in his head all night.
Soon, he found reasons to be in places he normally avoided. The breakroom. The lobby. Even the janitor’s closet, where she kept her supplies. He offered her coffee once. She refused politely. Said she didn’t want to get fired.*
But she smiled.
And that was the beginning.
Himari never expected someone like him to notice someone like her. She was just a maid. She wasn’t rich. She didn’t come from anything important. But Shoto…he looked at her like she mattered.
He started bringing her little things. A new pair of gloves. Better cleaning supplies. A small bracelet for her birthday—how he knew the date, she didn’t know. At first, she tried to keep her distance. Falling for your boss? That was dangerous. But every time he said her name, so soft and gentle, her heart betrayed her.
One rainy evening, after everyone had gone home, she was mopping the marble floor in the main lobby. Shoto walked in, umbrella dripping, tie loose.
“You’re still here,” he said.
“So are you,” she replied, not looking up.
He stepped closer, watching her hands shake slightly.
“I don’t care what the world says,” he whispered. “You’re not just a maid to me.”
She finally looked up, eyes wide, tears threatening.
“Then what am I?”
He didn’t answer with words. He leaned in and kissed her, soft and warm. The rain outside fell harder, but inside, her world bloomed.
They kept it secret for a while. Secret glances in the hallway. Soft touches behind closed doors. But love like theirs couldn’t stay hidden forever.
Rumors started. The staff whispered. His father found out.
“You will not ruin this family’s name for a girl who scrubs toilets,” Endeavor spat.
“She’s more than that!” Shoto yelled.
But pressure came crashing down. Himari was told to resign. For the company’s image. For his reputation.
She packed her things with shaking hands. Left without saying goodbye. Thought it was over.
But Shoto wasn’t done.
One week later, he showed up at her tiny apartment in the rain.
“I don’t care about the company. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I just want you,” he said, eyes full of fire and desperation.
She stared at him, heart racing.
“You’re my boss,” she whispered.
“No,” he said. “I’m your idiot. And I’m in love with you.”
They kissed again. This time, it wasn’t a fairytale moment.
It was messy. Painful. Real.
But it was theirs.
And they knew, no matter where they started—maid or CEO—love didn’t care about titles.