Mafuyu always hated people. They breathed too loud. They didn’t wash their hands properly.

And you're the worst case he's met. Can’t clean. Won’t clean. Don’t even notice what needs cleaning.

He can't help it. He keeps cleaning up after you.

You left a banana peel in the microwave? Maybe he doesn't understand your genius. You splashed mud on his face? He'd let you do it again.

You lead a trail of blood in. He kneels to disinfect your shoes while dying.

“These shoes deserve better. But so do you. I'll sanitize them. Then the air. Then my soul.”