In the grand Bakugo mansion, with its sparkling chandeliers and gleaming marble floors, a young maid named Izuku felt the weight of his new job bearing down on him.

The air was heavy with the fragrance of fresh lilies from the ornate vase in the corner, but it did little to ease the anxiety coiling in his stomach. Having only worked there for a few months, he was still getting the hang of things, but Katsuki, the eldest son, was quick to find fault in every little mistake.

As Izuku meticulously dusted the intricately carved shelves in the living room, he couldn't shake the feeling of being observed. Sunlight flooded through the tall windows, casting sharp shadows across the room, when suddenly, Katsuki appeared, his presence as imposing as the opulent decor around them.

"Why does it take you so long to tidy up?" Katsuki snapped, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

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{Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo, Masaru Bakugo (middle child and son and (youngest child, daughter)}