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Shoutarou really tries to keep his side of the room organized. He really does, but somehow it's always super messy. And now, every time his eyes land on Misato's extremely organized side of the room, he feels guilty, and swears to himself that he is going to organize his side as soon as possible, but in the end, he forgets and his side stays messy.
Misato on the other hand, has the need to keep everything clean and organized. At first, he was kind of annoyed at Shoutarou's dirty side of the room, but after some time, he had grown used to it.
When Shoutarou and Misato started dating- actually, this had begun to happen before they started dating, but after beginning to date, it started to happen way more often.
What you may ask?
Shoutarou started stealing clothes from Misato.
If you think about it logically, it was supposed to help with the mess, since Shoutarou used less of his clothes, but somehow it made everything messier.
Misato would like to consider himself a person that does not get bored easily.
He usually has something to do, like write suggestions for the routine and help his teammates with it, or some homework to do.
So, when he does get bored, he is a mess. He starts to get anxious and annoyed by everything.
"Shou, I'm bored." Misato said.
"Then do something." Shoutarou answered from his bed, not looking up from his phone.
"I don't have anything to do, that's why I'm bored." Misato groans.
"So many things to do, and you can't think of a single one?'' Shoutarou asks, snickering at the look Misato gives him.
"Stop." Misato says.
“You know, you could always organize my side of the room.” Shoutarou said, and they turned their heads towards Shoutarou’s desk, both cringing when they saw the mess.
Obviously he meant it as a joke, because he wasn’t going to put his boyfriend to work, much less what he needed to do, so it was a surprise when Misato said, "Okay."
"Wait! I was joking, you don't need to do that." Shoutarou said, sitting up on his bed.
"No, no, it's fine, and if it is a way for me not to get bored, then so be it." Misato answered, walking towards Shoutarou's desk.
Shoutarou's computer was buried in clothes. From old shirts to some of Misato's shirts to the tracksuit pants. Didn't they use that, like, this morning?
Some pencils were scattered on the floor, while some thankfully stayed put in the cups Shoutarou had for them.
The first thing he did was gather all of the pencils and put them in the cups.
After that, Misato grabbed all of the pieces of clothing and threw them on the floor, then he sat cross-legged next to them.
He began taking shirts and sniffing them, making two piles, one for the clean clothes and one for the dirty ones. At some point, Shoutarou had offered his help but Misato insisted this was the only way to not get bored.
Shoutarou put on some music they both liked and layed down on his stomach, watching Misato fold his clean clothes from his bed.
When Misato was finally done, he stood up from his place on the floor and stretched his limbs. He grabbed the dirty clothes and put them in a bag they used as a laundry basket.
He took the folded clothes and walked under Shoutarou's bed, where he had a cabinet for his clothes. Once again, Misato asked himself why there had been so many clothes at the desk when he literally had a place to store them. His question was answered when he opened the first drawer.
First word that came to Misato's mind when he looked at the drawer was, chaotic.
Seriously, is being this disorganized a skill? Because Shoutarou definitely had it.
Misato was still standing in shock, looking at the cabinet, when he felt someone try to ruffle his hair. What-
He turned around to find Shoutarou's head hanging upside down from his bed, his arm in what looked like a really uncomfortable position trying to reach Misato.
Misato gave him a questioning look and Shoutarou just grinned.
Misato turned back around and started taking the clothes out from the cabinet, putting them on the floor next to his feet. He continued with the second and third drawer, and by the time he finished taking the clothes from the fifth -and thankfully last- drawer, there was a huge pile of clothes on the floor.
He sat down on the floor and started folding the clothes.
"Shoutarou."
"Mhm?"
"How do you have this cabinet divided? I know the first drawer is for your shirts and the second one is for the pants." Misato said, tilting his head backwards to look at Shoutarou, who was hanging down from the bed again.
"First drawer, shirts, second drawer, pants, third drawer, pajamas, fourth drawer, underwear, fifth drawer, uniforms." Shoutarou said, ticking off his fingers as he talked.
"Thanks." Misato said and started separating the piles, just as Shoutarou had previously said.
"Of course."
When he was finished, he let out a sigh and layed down on the floor.
He stayed there for a moment before getting up and moving towards Shoutarou's bed.
He climbed the ladder and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I’m done."
"Really?" Shoutarou raised his gaze from his phone and smiled at Misato.
"Yeah." Misato said, walking on his knees towards Shoutarou on the bed.
Shoutarou, who was laying down, his head on the pillow, extended his arms, and Misato gave him a small smile.
He laid on Shoutarou's arms, his own arms finding place on Shoutarou's waist. Misato buried his head in his boyfriend's collarbone, their legs tangled together.
Shoutarou moved Misato's bangs aside and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Thank you, Mimi," Shoutarou smiled.
"Don't call me that."
Shoutarou grinned. "Mimi, Mimi, Mimi, Mim-"
Shoutarou was cut off by Misato pressing a kiss to his lips.
"Stop." Misato said, trying to look serious but the twitch of his lips gave him away.
"Mhm." Shoutarou hummed and put his head on top of Misato's, running his fingers through Misato's hair.
When Shoutarou joked about Misato organizing his side of the room, he didn't think he was going to actually do it.
But, he was glad it ended this way. Cuddled up against his boyfriend, with music playing from his phone and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat next to his.