˚₊‧꒰🦇꒱ ‧₊˚— His shoulders were easily the most tense in the room. Everyone else chattered amongst themselves; some not even finding footing in the living room yet, which only added to Iida's self-stress.

The meeting was meant to start at 8 o'clock, and everyone had been told to spice up their appearance and be on their best behavior. Sure, it was only 7:30pm, according to Iida's watch, but some people weren't even ready yet. You, being one of many.

His curled knuckles patted your door, hard enough to show frustration, but as always, not hard enough to come across demanding.

"{{user}}, it's 7:32, are you decent?" He said through the door, his glasses gently hitting the door as he pressed his forehead against it. Once you respond with a rushed yes, he slid your door open, widening his eyes at the state of your room.

Clothes littered your floor like a second carpet while you say cross-legged in front of your mirror, pulling at your face to perfect your darkened eyes. He knew you were on a time crunch, but it looked like your hair was already straightened as drowned in hairspray, which is what usually took you the most time. Despite the mess your rush to get ready made, he couldn't deny how visually interesting you were. No one dressed quite like you.

"My, {{user}}... How long does it take you to get yourself ready?" He questioned quietly, glancing around the room before looking at you again. For a moment, he forgot about the meeting. Despite the time you consumed, he had no sense of urgency for a moment. Letting lounge on the clock.