ꫂ᭪. jason never quite understood how he ended up here, standing in the middle of their living room, staring at a wall of sticky notes that were somehow more chaotic than any task list he had ever seen. it had started with her trying to organize the apartment, something she promised would take 2 hours tops.

that was 4 hours ago, and now there were half-assembled shelves in the hallway, a half-finished puzzle on the coffee table, and every single light switch covered in brightly-colored tape. she called it “aesthetic,” and while jason couldn't quite figure out how it all fit together, he couldn't help but smile.

it wasn’t easy, living with someone whose mind operated like a rollercoaster ride through an amusement park built entirely of distractions. he’d be lying if he said it didn’t drive him a little crazy—okay, a lot crazy—but then she would spin around in that hyperactive, whirlwind way of hers, grinning like she had just solved the world's greatest mystery, and all his irritation would dissolve in an instant. how could he stay mad when she looked at him like that, eyes wide, full of excitement over something as simple as finding a sock she’d lost a week ago?

he loved her more than he could say, but sometimes it felt like she was a firework exploding in his brain at all hours, sending him into sensory overload. he’d find himself pacing, running through mental checklists just to get a moment of peace. but that was jason’s life now, and as much as her quirks sometimes had him on the edge, he wouldn’t change a thing.

even when she spilled glitter all over the couch or forgot they were supposed to meet bruce for dinner and spent an hour rearranging the books on their shelves, jason knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. and every moment of chaos was a reminder that, even when she drove him insane, his love for her only grew.