itoshi sae hates laundry day ever since your dryer broke.
(he broke it. neither of you know what he did, but he broke it and he hasn’t bought a new one since.)
he especially hates when it rains. it means he’s stuck with a pile of wet clothes and no place to dry them in.
it also means he’s stuck sitting in front of the doors to your balcony, glaring at the sky when he realizes the rain isn’t going to let up soon.
he hears the front door open, signaling your arrival. he makes no move to look at you, but he greets you back when you call out to him.
“it’s raining.”
“i know,” he sighs in annoyance.
“do we have a bucket?”
“i think so,” he gets up from his spot on the floor with a groan, “why?”
he turns his head in your direction, eyes widening in panic when he sees you standing by the door, soaking wet.
you point at the clothes clinging to your body, “it’s raining hard.”
“i know,” he rushes to you, “why’re you drenched?”
“i could’ve sworn i packed your umbrella,” he clicks his tongue, lifting up your arms to get you out of your shirt.
you kick your pants off, “it broke.”
he picks up your clothes, dragging you to the bathroom. he tosses your clothes in the sink, gently pushing you into the shower.
he takes his phone out to check the weather, slightly frowning when he realizes it won’t let up for at least another hour.
he relaxes when he hears the shower head running. “i made food.”
the corners of his lips quirk up when you groan in disgust.
“couldn’t you have ordered delivery or something?” he can hear the distress on your voice.
“it would’ve taken too long to arrive,” he bites back his smile, “plus, i was starving.”
you whine. he laughs, “eating my food once won’t kill you.”
“last time you cooked,” the shower head turns off, “we had to rush to the hospital because you gave me food poisoning.”
you stick your arm out of the shower door.
“first off,” he hands you a towel. “you were already sick.”
“and,” he grins when you step out of the shower, towel snug around your shivering frame, “if my food had, in fact, poisoned you as you say, then why was i completely fine?”
you glare, averting your gaze from his, a soft huff slipping past your lips. “you tell me.”
you perk up, turning your head towards the sink. “why are my clothes in the sink?”
“the washer’s full with our laundry.”
you turn to look at him, blinking curiously. “why didn’t you throw them in there, then?”
“the clothes in the washer are already clean.”
“oh.” you sway on your feet, “you haven’t dried them?”
sae shakes his head, a dry smile on his lips, “it’s raining really hard.”
and amused hum leaves your lips, “you really need to buy a new dryer.”
“i know,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “i’ll do it tomorrow.”
there’s a beat of silence.
“sae.”
he looks at you.
you point at the sink, “those were the only clean clothes i had left.”
he blinks. you blink back, a sheepish smile on your lips. he sighs before taking off his shirt and offering it to you.
“that’s the only clean shirt you have left too, isn’t it?” you tentatively reach out to grab it, motioning for him to turn around.
“how’d you know?”
you slip the shirt over your head, smiling at his curious tone, “it’s the only big shirt you have.”
“you also said you’d be caught dead before wearing it out in public,” you laugh in amusement.
(he did say that. the very first day you saw him in it, actually. it’s officially become his ‘i’ve got nothing else left to wear’ shirt.)
“whatever,” his ears flush, “can i turn around now?”
you hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek when he does. he kisses your forehead in return.
“c’mon.” sae tugs you out of the bathroom.
“where are we going?”
“kitchen.” he turns to look at you, a mischievous smile on his face, “you haven’t eaten yet.”
a horrified expression paints your face. he laughs at you. you try to wriggle out of his grasp, “i’m not hungry!”
“oh, please,” he rolls his eyes, “you’ll be fine.”
“itoshi sae,” you cry, “if i die i’m leaving everything i own to your little brother!”
“you don’t even know him.”
you sulk, “he still deserves it more than you!”
he scoffs, “it’s not like i’m the one doing your laundry or anything.”
“you broke my dryer.”
“i’ll buy you a new one.” he glances out the window. it’s not raining as hard. (he hopes it stops soon.)
“it better be a good one.”
he looks back at you, a smile tugs at his lips to return the one on your face. you both fall silent, the soft pitter patter of the rain against your windows being the only sound in the apartment.
you stay like that for a bit, the sound of rain soothing both of you. until you hear a thunderclap. sae’s eyes widen at the same time yours do. you stare at each other for a few seconds.
your lips form into a fine line, “we should order a dryer.”
“yeah,” he sounds breathless.
“we should do it now.”
“yeah.” he dumbly nods his head. “we should.”
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