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Then Sakusa says, “These are my house rules.”
All fantasies that he may or may not have been having about Sakusa in those glasses screech to a squealing halt. Atsumu squints at Sakusa. “Wha’?”
Sakusa clears his throat. “No dirty clothes on the floor. No dishes left in the sink. No house guests without 24 hours advance notice. Complete assigned daily chores: hanging the laundry, wiping breakfast bar and dining table, clean the toilet bowl-”
Atsumu has been listening to him, aghast, but that is when he has to put his foot down. “Stop. No. Omi. I can’t agree to all that.”
Sakusa peers at him from over the top of his glasses. “But you ate my food,” he says, actually looking genuinely perplexed.
Atsumu splutters. “I didn’t know there were terms and conditions at the bottom of the fucking bowl.”
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After Sakusa moves into Atsumu's apartment, Atsumu realises he wants to make their temporary living arrangements permanent.