It was…something no, rare is the best word to describe it.

From the first few days that you two have been living together in this apartment you knew very well that Mushitarou couldn’t do laundry. Let alone for the two of you.

Yet there he was. Standing in front of the washing machine, deciding and somewhat panicking on what buttons to press.

“Gah!- w-what are you doing here?!”

He nearly jumped at the sight of you. A pink hue of embarrassment was on his face.