The next morning, y/n woke up to the familiar sound of house-cleaning music and the vacuum. Reluctantly, she dragged herself to the living room where her mother was.
Yelling over the vacuum, her mother greeted her exhausted daughter, "Morning! Dad's out right now, but he should be back before 3!"
"Ok!" She yelled as well, "I'm gonna eat and then clean my room!"
"Go do that!"
Breakfast was quick and easy, and y/n headed to her room - viewing the piles of random stuff mixed with clothes scattered around the floor. It was currently 9:30, and she only had a couple of hours to get it done, so she picked a pile and got started.
Multiple loads of laundry and sweat later, she was done with her room and she took a quick break. Her mom was scrubbing down the kitchen, making everything spotless, and y/n entered the room to grab a small snack - quickly stopped by her mother.
"Wait! There's bleach on the floor, get shoes."
She turned around and grabbed a pair of flip-flops from her closet, "That's why it smells so nice in here..." After her snack break, she grabbed a couple of cleaning products from the linen closet and placed them in the bathroom. She sprayed every surface imaginable with cleaner and scrubbed until her knees were hurting from the tile and her arms were sore. Finally, she was done with the bathroom and helped with the rest of the kitchen like her mom said the night before.
"Alright, it's 1:45 and I still have to take a quick shower and get dressed..."
In record time, she got the dishes into the dishwasher and hopped into the shower - this time not needing to wash her hair, but rinsed it with water for good measure. Y/n got dressed and completed her routine, not needing to rush as much as yesterday. By the time she stepped out of her the bathroom after brushing her teeth, she saw her Mom and Dad sitting at the table, finally relaxing with a cup of fresh, hot coffee.
Y/n checked the time on her phone, seeing it was 2:50, "He should be here any minute now..."
Right on cue, a knock was heard at the door, and her mother rushed out of excitement and opened the door. Instead of her greeting him, he bowed immediately, "Mrs. L/n, thank you so much for having me over."
"Oh, stop it! We're so glad you could come..." She would have said more, but y/n never told her what his name was.
"Iida Tenya."
"...Iida! It's so great to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine."
Y/n's mom was easily flattered by his politeness, "Please, come in, make yourself at home!"
"Thank you very much!" Iida spotted her dad sipping on coffee and greeted him as well, "Thank you, Mr. l/n, for having me over," He bowed.
"Of course, Iida."
"Hello, l/n. Nice to see you again," He greeted.
"You too..." She smiled awkwardly.
Her mom observed and held in her excitement as much as she could, "Please, sit!" She motioned towards the free chair next to y/n. "When she asked me if you could come over, I couldn't say no!"
"I'm glad you didn't," He joked.
"Iida has a sense of humor?! SINCE WHEN?"
Her mom laughed, and Iida continued, "My mother too was thrilled when I informed her of l/n's visit." Y/n made a face as she realized their moms weren't different at all, "Your daughter was a pleasure to have over, so there's no need to worry."
Y/n's dad chimed in, "I'd hope so! We raised her to be."
Iida smiled and nodded his head, "Truly, there's no need to fret. L/n made an impressively brilliant impression on my family."
Y/n's dad looked at her, "Good."
Similarly to the day before, Y/n's parents shot questions at Iida like an interrogation, which he answered with excellent proficiency. Impressed with his answers, her parents certainly approved of the boy in front of them. By the time the lightning round of questions was completed, Mrs. L/n went to the kitchen to prepare for that night's dinner.
"Would you like any help in the kitchen Mrs. L/n?"
"Oh no need, relax!" She turned towards her daughter, "Bring him to the living room and turn something on."
Y/n did as she was requested, but Iida couldn't take not helping, "Please, I would love to help."
"Alright," She gave in, "Could you fill that pot with a bit of salt and water?"
"Certainly. Should I turn the heat on?"
"Medium-high, please!" He did as he was told, and Mrs. L/n was pleased with his chivalrous behavior.
"Is there anything else I could do to help?" One task at a time, she gave him things to do, each of them being completed perfectly. Once she ran out of jobs for him to do, she sent him to the living room with y/n, but quickly called her daughter into the kitchen.
Her mother whispered, "You said he was proper, but oh my! He's- so respectful! He'd make a good husband..."
"Mom! I told you, he's just a project partner!"
"But he could be a different kind of partner!"
"I'm going back to the living room." Y/n's mom smiled and let her go.
She sat on the couch next to Iida but with a decent distance between them. Her dad rested on a separate armchair, watching the television ahead of him.
Iida then turned toward y/n, "Are you an only child, l/n?"
"Uh, yeah, I am," She confirmed.
"I had no idea."
"Well, you couldn't have known... We haven't really talked much."
"I guess that is true."
A couple of minutes passed of spotty conversation and the house filled up with the smell of a classic Sunday dinner, spaghetti and meatballs.
"Dinner's ready!" Both y/n and her dad got up to grab their servings, but Iida sat confused for a second.
Y/n saw and remembered how everything was always there for him, "Come on," She pointed her head toward the direction of the food. Quickly, he grabbed his plate and followed her, and took note of how this all worked. Y/n's family didn't always do it this way, but on days when her parents were lazy, they kept the food around the stove and let everybody serve themselves.
When they all grabbed their portions, they sat down and dressed it as they pleased, finally eating after doing so. Y/n took heavily after her dad in the way she looked and how she was built, but a gene she inherited from him that she didn't like was the habit of basically inhaling food like a vacuum. Knowing this, she tried her absolute best to hold back because Iida was over - still slightly shoveling pasta into her mouth by twirling more on her utensil.
When she was done with her portion of spaghetti and meatballs, she would normally grab seconds. But to avoid the guest thinking that she was [in her mind] "a giant pig," she left it at that and went only slightly unsatisfied.
"That was a wonderfully made meal, Mrs. L/n - Thank you," Iida smiled.
"Aw, you're too sweet."
"Just telling the truth." Mrs. L/n was easily flattered by this and smiled greatly as she grabbed the used dishes to take to the sink. Iida then stood as well, "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Oh please, sit, relax," She waved off.
"I insist," Iida grabbed the dishes she missed along with anything else, and placed the items by the sink, "I'll wash these, and you go sit, please."
"No! You don't have to do that, I got it!"
But it was a little too late for convincing him not to, considering he was already putting on the rubber gloves.
Mrs. L/n shook her head and turned towards Y/n who was already seated in the living room with her father, "Y/n! Help Iida load the dishwasher!"
"I don't need any help Mrs. L/n, I'm perfectly capable."
"She's my daughter, I'm making her help you."
Once y/n came back to the kitchen, they easily settled on Iida rinsing the dishes, and y/n loading them - Letting it take almost half the time it would normally take with Iida's quick and robotic motions.
"Have you started to take note of anything for the project?" Iida asked.
Y/n shrugged while placing a plate into the rack, "Not yet, but I guess I'll do it tonight. Have you?"
"I did all of yesterday, and I intend to complete all of today when I get home."
"You're sure on top of things."
"Of course! I believe every good student should."
"I guess that doesn't make me a very good student..."
"How come? I normally see you completing work at a decent pace."
"I've turned in my fair share of work around a month late..."
"L/n! That's obscene!"
"Eh, whatever."
"I can see why Ms. Harris put us together now."
Y/n's jaw dropped, "Uh, rude! I'm getting better!"
"There's not much more time for you to improve," He said matter-of-factly.
"I didn't know you had insults and comebacks in you, Iida..."
"I just tell the truth, It's only fair to people."
"I guess." The pairing completed the dishes by the end of the conversation and they finally came back to the living room to see that y/n's mom had turned on Drag Race. Y/n was petrified, "Mom! While he's over?!"
"Yeah, what's so wrong about it?"
Her eye twitched and tried to explain with her eyes, her mom's confusion making it clear that it wasn't working, "I don't know if he'll get it, plus we're in the middle of the season!" She tried to play it off as something different than she was thinking.
"Ohh, that's right!" She turned towards the guest in question, "Iida, do you know about drag queens?"
"Not particularly, no."
"Well, they-"
"HOW ABOUT WE JUST TURN ON SOMETHING DIFFERENT?" Y/n interrupted.
Iida then checked his watch after seeing the view out the window, "Actually, I should probably be getting home. We have school tomorrow and would like to get to bed at a decent hour."
Y/n's mom had forgotten, "That's right! Sounds like a good idea."
"I'll just ring the chauffeur to come and pick me up."
"Chauffeur?"
"Yes. My family has multiple assistants and butlers alike."
"Interesting. I'll have to ask more the next time you're over."
"I'd be glad to tell you more." Quickly, he notified the driver and he was over quite soon, considering that he didn't live far.
Arax escorted him out of the door and to the car sitting by the driveway, the door being held open by the driver. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Indeed you will, do not fret."
"Trust me, I'm not worrying," She joked.
"Very funny, l/n... Please don't forget to log this weekend."
"I'll try!" With that, the car door was closed, and he was off back home, y/n heading back inside.
Immediately, she was hit with the sound of her mother, "HE'S SO CUTE Y/N!"
"MOM!"
"AND HE'S POLITE, HE'LL MAKE THE PERFECT HUSBAND!"
"MOM!!"
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