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Kiyoomi and Atsumu both like to keep a clean house, but neither of them actually enjoy cleaning. Atsumu finds it tedious and Kiyoomi is disgusted by it.
To make it easier, they start a new tradition. https://twitter.com/fireheart_aw/status/1381770562813394948
To make it easier, they start a new tradition. https://twitter.com/fireheart_aw/status/1381770562813394948
Saturdays are for chores. The rest of the week, they allow their home to fall into gentle chaos; clothes where they ought not be, rinsed dishes in the sink, a full bin of trash and recycling, crumbs slowly accumulating on the floors.
But on Saturdays, after indulging in a huge breakfast, they turn on a blended playlist (pop hits for Atsumu, obscure R&B for Omi, classic rock for both of them) and get to work.
Omi is in charge of general tidying. He does the laundry, changes the sheets, vacuums the rugs.
Omi is in charge of general tidying. He does the laundry, changes the sheets, vacuums the rugs.
Atsumu is the one who gets down and dirty. He handles the gnarly tasks, like scrubbing the shower, cleaning the toilet, and handling any suspicious dishes.
Their distaste for chores hasn't changed, but they don't hate it so much.
Their distaste for chores hasn't changed, but they don't hate it so much.
Not when they can whine at each other-
"Omi, how can a toilet get this gross in a week? What're we eating?"
"Atsumu, would it kill you to put your socks in the hamper?"
Or gossip-
"Ooh, did I tell ya that Shou-kun said that Tobio-kun said that Ushijima has a cold?"
"Omi, how can a toilet get this gross in a week? What're we eating?"
"Atsumu, would it kill you to put your socks in the hamper?"
Or gossip-
"Ooh, did I tell ya that Shou-kun said that Tobio-kun said that Ushijima has a cold?"
Or exchange kisses and gentle nudges as they pass each other in the hall.
Cleaning doesn't seem so bad when they can collapse side-by-side after hours spent returning the apartment to homeostasis.
"Yer cleaning the bathroom next week, Omi," Atsumu says, as always.
Cleaning doesn't seem so bad when they can collapse side-by-side after hours spent returning the apartment to homeostasis.
"Yer cleaning the bathroom next week, Omi," Atsumu says, as always.
"Then I guess next week you're sleeping on the couch."
"Ah! Mean! Mean Omi."
And then, Atsumu will sprawl across him, reeking of bleach. After a few minutes of half-hearted bickering, they will fall asleep in a pile of limbs in the middle of their sparkling apartment.
"Ah! Mean! Mean Omi."
And then, Atsumu will sprawl across him, reeking of bleach. After a few minutes of half-hearted bickering, they will fall asleep in a pile of limbs in the middle of their sparkling apartment.
Nothing can be too tedious or too disgusting with your love at your side, after all.
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i'm so sorry, this is just schmoopy. i'm v sleepy.
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i'm so sorry, this is just schmoopy. i'm v sleepy.
