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Sunny always liked feeling the warmth of fabric pulled fresh out of the dryer. It was like a sunbeam he could wear — warm and soft between his fingers.
He was sitting on the floor, legs crossed over one another. The carpet beneath him was plush, fluffy. Basil sat across from him, a heap of unfolded laundry lay between them.
Part of him wanted to just let himself fall into the pile of still warm laundry — bury his face in it.
But, he had work to do. He picked a pair of shorts from the pile, recognizing them as his. He folded it neatly before setting it aside — with the rest of his clothes.
On the other side of the laundry heap, Basil did much the same. Sunny couldn't help but sneak glances his way.
His blonde hair glowed gently in the morning light that filtered through the curtains. He was laser-focused on trying to figure out how to fold a fitted sheet.
Sunny watched him attempt it in three different ways before giving up and just rolling it up messily.
Basil exhaled, looking up and catching Sunny’s gaze.
Sunny looked away. He grabbed a shirt off the top of the unfolded mess, looking over it carefully. “Think this is yours Basil.”
He held it up, showing the front to Basil.
Basil glanced over. “Huh? I thought that was yours.”
Sunny blinked.
“I've seen you wearing it before.” He said.
“R-really?” Basil tilted his head. “I could've sworn…”
They both stared at each other in silence for a moment. As if to ask what to do now.
“I…” Basil thought for a moment. “Maybe w-we just… make another pile?” He shrugged.
Sunny pursed his lips, sitting silently for a moment. Then he nodded — setting it aside and starting a new pile for it.
They both returned to the task at hand. The soft rustle of fabric between their fingers filled the quiet.
Basil held up another shirt, showing it to Sunny. “Yours?”
After a second, Sunny shook his head. “No. It's yours.”
“Uhh…” Basil stared at it.
“Guess just…” He mumbled to himself as he set it with the other.
Sunny picked up another shirt. Basil shook his head. Sunny folded it and added it to the shared pile as well.
By the time they had sorted out all the laundry, not a single shirt had gone to either of them — it all sat together in their shared pile.
They stared at the stack of folded shirts that had grown taller and taller. Now it leaned slightly, nearly tipping over.
“Umm, is there a single shirt we don't share?” Basil said with a light chuckle.
“Guess not.” Sunny said under his breath.
Silence settled over the room. Even the laundry between them sat untouched.
Sunny ran his thumb against one of the folded sleeves.
Then, his quiet voice pierced the air. “I don't mind though.” Barely audible.
Basil’s eyes snapped over, meeting Sunny’s for a brief second. “H-huh?”
“I like… sharing with you.” Sunny looked down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs.
“Oh…” Basil said breathlessly.
“W-well—” Basil started. “We could—”
His eyes drifted across the clothes strewn across the floor. He spoke again, quieter. “We could just share everything then.”
Sunny straightened. Then scooted closer, taking Basil's hand and letting their fingers intertwine. “I'd love that.”
Basil's smile wobbled as they gently pressed their foreheads together — warmth blooming between them. As Gentle as sunlight.
They never bothered sorting the rest. After all, it all belonged to both of them now.