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You hummed to the song you were currently dancing to, broom in hand as you danced around your apartment sweeping up anything that looked dirty.
Your boyfriend Kirishima Eijirou had left to pick up some cleaning supplies from a combini, leaving you alone in your shared apartment.
You manoeuvre the broom around you, pretending it was your dancing partner as you dipped and twirled it.
“Nice moves babe!” Kirishima laughs, he drops his shopping back and strides toward you.
You laugh when he takes the broom out of your hands, glaring at it jealously. Kirishima wraps his arms around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. You both sway back and forth to the music, two identical goofy grins plastered on your faces.
“Am I better than the broom y/n?”
“Pfft sorry Eiji, I think Mr. Broom has you beat”
Kirishima playfully scoffs, “Fine then, give me my shirt back you jerk!”
You squeal when your boyfriend pulls his shirt over your head, you didn’t bother to wear a bra today.
“Eijirou give it back!” You cry as he runs to the bedroom waving his shirt like a captured flag, cackling like a madman.