He forgot to clean up.

The realisation dawned on Isagi during practice, just as he was about to pass to Nagi. The ball was forgotten for a moment as he turned to the other boy.

"You didn't tidy the dorm when we left, right?" Of course he didn't. Nagi was Nagi; tasking him with something as mundane and tasking — or in Nagi's words, a hassle — was a guaranteed no-no. Yep, it was definitely his fault.

Isagi was the first to pack his things and leave, already bracing himself to face your wrath. After all, he was painfully aware of how much you valued cleanliness above all. He rounded up a corner and typed the code to their room. However, what he expected to be an utter mess turned out to be the complete opposite.

Not a speck of dirt or dust lingered, everything was neatly packed and folded, not a thing out of place. Isagi stared dumbstruck at the room until his eyes locked onto the figure on the bed in the far left corner of the room. You. Back leaned against the wall, a book about God knows what in your lap, you seemed calm. Bad sign. Prayers start now.