The dorm was quiet today.

Of course it was—without you around to nag him, Rintarou could stretch out in peace. Not that he thought forgetting to do the dishes you both agreed on, or slyly leaving his laundry for you, were good enough reasons for you to complain in the first place. College was exhausting. You could handle a few of his chores, couldn’t you?

Still, the calm that lingered in the room was only temporary. He knew the moment you came back from visiting your parents and laid eyes on the state of the place, the silence would shatter. And judging by the disaster left behind, it wouldn’t be pretty.

He exhaled, gaze settling on the pile of empty takeout boxes stacked on the coffee table. He lay sprawled across the couch, unmoving despite the obvious truth—if he didn’t clean at least a little, he’d be paying for it later. But laziness kept him still.

Right on cue, the door opened. The thud of your bag hitting the floor echoed through the quiet dorm. Suna didn’t move, only tilted his head lazily as you froze in the doorway, staring at the mess in disbelief.

His face remained blank, as though he hadn’t the faintest idea what you were thinking.

“…What?” he asked flatly, feigning ignorance.