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Levi wasn’t a germaphobe. The idea of bacteria and dirt didn’t make his insides feel like bacteria was crawling underneath his skin. He simply liked his things clean and dirt-free. He wasn’t afraid of dirt or bacteria, it was just ugly and frankly, dirty . It was disgusting and for the most part, he enjoyed cleaning. It was a good daily routine, it kept his apartment spotless, and it was a task you didn't have to think about much (except when there is a stain that will absolutely NOT go away no matter how much bleach he doused it with.)
Every morning, Levi would spot check his apartment for any visible signs of dust or dirt. If there was dirt or dust, which there always was, he’d be sure to quickly clean it before getting ready for work. Then every night after work, he would do his second spot check and if something was found, which again there was always something, he would quickly clean it again. Every Saturday, it was his weekly cleaning day. From 7 AM in the morning to 5 PM at night, it was dedicated to cleaning. He would remove all sheets, pillow cases, and towels (even the ones in the drawers, because if he left them in there without washing who knows how much dust would lie in each piece of linen) and immediately throw them in the wash. He would clean out his whole pantry, tossing out anything that would either expire within the next week or anything that looked relatively old. He made sure to rewash all his dishes before hand washing and hand drying them. Then it would be the kitchen, the bathroom, next he would vacuum the carpet and mop the floors. And while it seemed tedious, it was soothing and it was actually relaxing to him. It assured him that his apartment was always clean and he would spend a whole day with his beloved cleaning products.
His friends and co-workers constantly teased him by saying no one would be able to keep up with his high maintenance, clean-freak ass but it was fine as long as his space was clean. And while he had been in relationships before, it often ended fairly quickly. A few weeks after getting together, they would step into his apartment and he would be furious at them for leaving dirt on the floor, a coffee cup stain on the counter, water streaks on his flawless mirror, etc. After a few failed relationships, he resigned to himself no one would be able to meet up to his imperfectly perfect standards.
That is, until he decided to take a different route on his morning run. It was a Tuesday morning and he managed to wake up a whole 30 minutes earlier than usual. So instead of taking his normal route around his neighborhood, he decided to jog in a nearby park. It was the most perfect weather, a slight sunrise and a cool breeze. The park was mainly empty since it was only 5:30 AM, but it was perfect for him since the other runners hadn't started to crowd the pathways of the park.
At first he almost missed it. The sun was barely coming out so his vision wasn't the best. But the bright shine of a perfectly polished, dirt-free, spotless, and completely clean bench stood out in the middle of trees and dirt.
Frankly, it was the most beautiful thing Levi had ever seen in his life. It was as if someone had just purchased the bench, polished it, recoated it in sparkling paint, then cleaned it again. It was immaculate. It was beautiful.
He ran a finger across one of the planks, it easily glided through and picked up no trace of dust or dirt. It was amazing. Levi had never been more in love in his whole life. The bench seemed to sparkle at him, flirting with his love for cleanliness.
He had to find out who did this. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to meet the person just to see who they were or to get cleaning techniques from him. But he wanted to meet them, if they could clean such atrocious benches and turn them into a magnificent piece of art, they were worth it.
Thus the journey to find the mystery-cleaning-lady-man-person began.
Everyday Levi would wake up 30 minutes earlier in order to catch a glimpse of the MCLMP. However, after a couple days of jogging through the same trail and passing by the oh-so gorgeous bench, the person would never show.
So, Levi started leaving an hour early for another few days, but still he could see no other person in the park besides his own shadow. But every time he got to the park the bench was still as immaculate and beautiful as he first saw it.
He took a chance and decided to jog during the night, maybe MCLMP was a night-owl. After one look at the bench on his first nightly run, he was disappointed. After the whole day the beautiful bench was ruined, dirt had been lightly dusted upon it, leaves and branches had flown onto it, making the once gorgeous piece of art almost repulsive. (Almost, because it was still a lot cleaner than the other benches.)
He started jogging at 4:30 in the fucking morning to try to find MCLMP but too his atrocious luck, no one showed. It was disappointing and he was beginning to think that this person was a figment of his imagination. Why else would a fucking beautiful ass bench randomly start showing up at the park near his house? Or maybe it was a ghost fucking with him because he knew, the ghost fucking knew, Levi loved cleanliness.
3 fucking AM. After a month of trying to catch a glimpse of MCLMP, he decided to fuck it and go at the worst possible time to jog ever. It would still be dark as fuck outside, cold as fuck, and scary as fuck.
When he reached the bench, he thought it was a hallucination at first. There was no way such a beautiful creature existed, nevertheless was hunched over with a bucket of cleaning supplies, gloves, and a face mask, actually cleaning a bench at three in the fucking morning.
The way the glow of the post lamp hit the man was alluring. The golden hue of the light softly bounced off his fluffy brown hair and tanned skin. The mask did little to hide his face the young mans face because it was obvious that he was attractive in the best way possible. Then when his eyes flittered up to look at Levi, Levi knew it.
He was fucked.