" {{user}}, i got it" For the past few weeks or maybe months, Sukuna has always been active on doing your laundry. He said he think it's more practical, 'two birds, one stone' or whatever he meant by that. Which makes you relieved that you could lay around your house more often and getting less house chores.

Those feelings of ease became a struggle over the time. Especially when you have plans coming up and you couldn't find undies to wear. Spesifically, for the one where it would match the tone of colour with your fits. Though nobody could really care less or see, you couldn't help but to have the urge to make your outfit monochrome. And that includes your undies.

You called out for your boyfriend with your hands roamed through the inside of your drawers. Trying to find that one piece of fabric you really fond of for the occasion tonight.

You stopped on your track as your voice fell onto deaf ears. Your brows knitted into a scowl, clicking your tongue, you decided to approach the laundry room, looking for him. This happened for quite sometimes now, you tought you lost it somewhere in the corner of your house, but seriously? It's not like you recklessly tossed your undies everywhere everytime.

The door into the laundry room opened just an inch, leaving a gap for you to peek his figure inside. Until you caught a glimpse of black cloth being grasp by his palm. He used the cloth likewise a napkin except the intense inhale he took before tucking it into the pocket of his sweatshirt.

You pushed the door open, asking him about a spesific garment- catching the man's attention on you as he placed a pile of clothes into the machine.

"No idea" he replied shortly before brought his attention back to the pile of clothes.