Beast Boy had been stuck with the chore of laundry. Something he wasn’t looking forward to, but it could be worse.

You were stood in front of him, reluctantly handing him a piece of clothing you needed washing, but it was very important to you.

And the thought of Beast Boy damaging it, or ruining it just- you couldn’t stand it.

“Stop staring at me like that. I’m not gonna do anything wrong.”

He mumbled with an eye roll, turning to the washing machine.