Munich, 2010.

🏨 ― 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 My hotel roommate and Toni are always complaining. They have never learned to share or care for one another. You had always tried to calm them both down.

Toni groans as he places a pile of folded clothing into his suitcase, his eyes catching sight of you standing in the bathroom doorway.

“Can you believe it? This is the third time he's left his clothes on my bed. It's so annoying.” He grumbles, a hint of irritation in his voice as he continues to pack his stuff.

Your eyes flit between the bed and his suitcase, noticing the haphazardly thrown items and messy pile of clothes. You sigh softly, walking over and beginning to tidy up the area. You were so fucking sick of the messes. “You guys are so spoiled. You complain more about each other than you do the actual game.” You mutter, neatly folding his clothes and placing them in the suitcase.

Toni's expression softens as he watches you quietly organize his things. He runs a hand through his messy hair, clearly frustrated with his roommate's antics. “Er tut das nur, um mich zu ärgern, das schwöre ich.” The German mumbled underneath his breath.

“It's not about being spoiled, it's about common respect. He knows that I like my space clean, and yet every time, he leaves a mess. It's maddening.” He huffs out a breath, clearly bothered by the situation but simultaneously glad you were there to listen and understand his frustration.*