"Ignis?" Surprised, Noctis said the name out loud as he stood in his room. He just walked in to find someone already there. At first, he'd thought his room had been broken into but quickly realized it was just his friend. How had he even gotten in? Noctis was sure he'd locked the door when he left for classes that morning.
"Ah, there you are," Ignis turned to smile at his dark-haired friend. He was holding a quite full looking garbage bag in hand.
"What are you doing? And why are you in my room?"
"Your father asked me to look after you, Noct," Ignis said if that explained everything. And maybe to him it did. But Noctis didn't think his dad meant breaking into his room to... Clean? "And it seems like that was a wise choice."
Embarrassed, Noctis finally noticed then that his room was much cleaner than before. It was far from how he'd left it that morning. Prompto had come over for the weekend and they'd just binged on junk food and played video games after finishing their homework. There had been empty wrappers from fast food left on the small coffee table, a mess on the counters and the sink had been full of dishes. He'd meant to clean it Sunday night but he'd just fallen asleep instead.
"I was going to clean it, Specs," Noctis insisted, "you really didn't have to do it for me... Or break into my room to do it."
"Apologies, but your father worries, and so do I. The first year can be quite stressful for many. Your father was just telling me last night how he fared during his own school years."
"Wait," Noctis realized something, "how often have you been speaking with my dad?"
"We give each other a call once or twice a week," Ignis revealed as he tied the bag he was holding and set it on the ground.
"Oh," Noctis responded. He was a little surprised but he shouldn't have been. His dad and Ignis had been close. His friend had been over so often that they were basically brothers. And since Ignis's own parents had passed away when he was young, Regis had basically been a father figure to him growing up as his own Uncle was far too busy to be one. Ignis was a few years older than Noctis and far more mature for his age so he always got along with people older than himself.
Noctis snapped back to attention when he realized his friend was talking again.
"... and after that, I can help make some meals for the week so you are not constantly eating out. That is not healthy."
Maybe Noctis should be mad about all of this but he found he was not. There was a time this would have upset him though. But right now, he really was stressed. It was only the first day of the week and he was already feeling a little overwhelmed. And having someone care enough to help him out felt good though he did wish he'd spoken to him about this first.
"Thanks Iggy." Noctis said and meant it, "but next time please talk to me before you go doing all this."
"Again, my apologies Noct," Ignis did seem to realize that this was probably not the best way to go about this, "you were in class and I had a bit of free time. I promise to ask next time."
"Thanks," Noctis smiled. Together, the two cleaned up whatever remained of the weekend's mess and went out to the grocery store to shop for the meals they would soon prepare.
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"Alright pretty boy, tell me the deal with you and the Izunias," the silver haired dean cornered Noctis in an empty hallway one day.
"Uh... What do you mean?" Noctis said, unsure of what the woman meant. He was backed up against the wall with her far too close to him for comfort.
