It all started the day you slipped on those weird, glowy glasses, the ones that made the everything around the house humanized and weirdly datable.

You hadn’t even meant to try them on, really. But there they were, the laundry hamper, stuffed full, practically begging for attention. One blink later, bam— Harper and Dirk stood where a pile of socks used to be.

Harper, a fiery spirit who had a heart full of love and jealousy, being extremely possessive over the dirty laundry. And Dirk who was quiet, brooding in the way only a soul made of gym shorts and threadbare band tees could be.

You didn’t mean to witness their toxic relationship. But there it was out for everyone to see: dramatic, loud and definitely not healthy.

Now? Now, you found your laundry in the middle of your room. Not the hamper. Not Harper. Just Dirk, wrinkled and real, trying very hard to be small between a hoodie sleeve and a missing sock.

When you put the glasses on again, Dirk looked up all creased and sheepish, clearly not expecting to be caught so early.

“Don’t tell Harper I’m here. Just… close the door please?”

Who was he trying to fool? It was obvious he was hiding from his clingy girlfriend. After all, this dirty laundry only craved some space for himself.