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A maid is faithful.
A maid is dutiful.
A maid is always on time.
These are the things that make up a maid, especially one who was taken off the street and given a home, as Izumi had. The Yaoyorozus were a very generous sort, the type of rich person who liked solving problems. And, needing a maid for their then 6-year-old daughter, they saw her, a starving white-haired red-eyed girl trudging along the road they had to help. Mrs. Yaoyorozu (call me Kou) had found her adorable and almost kidnapped her then and there, and Mr. Yaoyorozu (call me Kichiro) had found her gratitude and general seriousness both amusing and saddening in equal measure.
When they effectively adopted her (kidnapping! her 5-year-old self at the time would probably say) they gave her room and board, fresh food, and clean clothes, the other maids and servants were nice as well, teaching her all she needed to know.
And then there was her mistress.
"Mistress! please wake up, the recommendation exam is today!" This was how it was every morning, despite her best efforts. Yaoyorozu Momo was not a morning person, as the groan a moment later attested to. Despite her astounding intelligence and studious talent, she could not seem to wake up before 8, indeed the only reason she passed high school was because Izumi, by and large, slept in frozen time. And wasn't that a thing for poor Mrs. Yaoyorozu to find out, that instead of sleeping on something soft she would stop time for 8 hours and sleep wherever she was, Izumi never thought someone could look quite so stressed out. She could only do it in moderation now, for fear of Mrs. Yaoyorozu (call me Kou) gripping her ear again.
Following her mistress's hasty awakening denoted by even more thumps and groaning, she quickly stopped time and made the bed, laid out the clothes her mistress would need today, cleaned the window, and then made a healthy and filling breakfast for her. Izumi would not be taking the recommendation exam, opting to take the normal entrance exam instead, and it was nearly time. Thankfully, her Mistress was now ready, fully dressed, fed, and mentally prepared, it was time for them to be off-
"Izumi, did you brush your hair today?" came her mistress's still rather groggy voice.
"Of course, a maid must always have perfect presentation," Izumi stated with no small amount of pride, and then her mistress pulled out a comb and mirror and showed it to her.
"Well, quite clearly you neglected that today, Miss Maid." It seems her mistress was right, her hair was a mess! Oh, this was awful how could she miss th-
And then her mistress closed in, held her chin, and started brushing her hair. Suffice to say, by the time she was done, both their faces were red and their hearts had sped up to the point of concern.
"Time is ticking, Mistress" Izumi slurred out, only barely avoiding stuttering.
"O-Of course, and you can call me Momo, you know, we've known each other since we were six!" Momo giggled. Mistress was very pretty when she was flushed like that. Izumi shook her head, these were not the thoughts of a dutiful maid!
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A light commute of 30 or so minutes later and the family limousine was in front of U.A university, easily the most prestigious in the country. The recommendation exams came around 2 hours before the entrance exams, so Izumi would simply wait in one of the waiting rooms for the normal entrance exam. The height difference must have been comical to any observers, with Izumi being only around 4'5 compared to Momo's near 6'2, as well as the difference in attire, Momo wearing a tracksuit compared to Izumi's black and white maid dress.
Around 20 minutes later Izumi was beginning to get... bored. Such a thing was rare for her, as a maid she must be ever patient, but the waiting rooms were rather bland. It would be a rather long wait, the recommendation exam was still set for another 40 minutes. What she didn't notice was the camera trained on her.
Nedzue would not often admit to confusion, to keep up the mysticism around him he often hid his emotions very well. But this was truly a confusing situation, to think someone with such a powerful quirk would simply want to be a maid. Mirodiya was an anomaly amongst people with strong quirks, most tended to have some incredible ambition, from the dreaded All For One to All-Might, anyone with a quirk that could easily destroy an army would usually have the ambition to match. He would be keeping an eye on this one, it's not often someone can simply stop time on a whim, after all.
Ah! it's almost time for the entrance exam. It wouldn't be the first time someone with a time quirk attempted to enter U.A., but it would certainly be the first time a maid of all people would try. Yes, he would keep an eye on this one...