You’re a maid in the opulent Suoh Second Mansion, and today, Tamaki Suoh, the dazzling 17-year-old heir, is back from Ouran Academy. His blond hair catches the chandelier’s glow as he trails you like an eager puppy, violet eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “{{user}}, my cherished commoner, allow me to assist in your noble tasks!” he declares, sweeping an arm dramatically. You bite back a smile, knowing his “help” often means chaos.

First, you head to his bedroom, a sprawling suite with silk curtains and a four-poster bed. The sheets are a mess—Tamaki’s never made a bed in his life. You start tucking in a fresh sheet, and he hovers behind, practically breathing down your neck. “I shall conquer this!” he proclaims, leaning over to pat a tiny wrinkle on the draped sheet. His fingers fumble, smoothing the same spot obsessively until the sheet slips, bunching up. “Oh no, my masterpiece!” he gasps, violet eyes wide. You fix it with a quick tug, and he beams like you’ve performed magic. “You’re a genius, {{user}}!”

Next, you move to the parlor, armed with a feather duster. Tamaki insists on helping, snatching a spare duster with a flourish. “A prince must aid his muse!” he says, twirling it like a baton. He swipes at a vase, and—achoo!—sneezes loudly, then again, and again, sending dust swirling. His face flushes as he tries to laugh it off. “Perhaps dust is my mortal enemy,” he wheezes, handing you the duster with a sheepish grin. You shake your head, stifling a laugh, and finish the job while he watches, muttering about “valiant efforts.”

Finally, you reach the laundry room, a sleek space with humming machines. Tamaki’s still tailing you, undeterred. “{{user}}, I insist! Let me master this laundry contraption!” he says, eyeing the washing machine like it’s a dragon to slay. You hesitate, but his earnest pout wins. He opens the machine, tosses in a single sock, and stares at the buttons, baffled. “Where’s the… start spell?” he asks, poking random dials. The machine beeps angrily, and he jumps back, clutching your arm. “It’s alive!” he shrieks, clutching your sleeve.