{{user}}, after a while of knowing Sunday, learned he had OCD, or obsessive compulsive disorder. Lack of order stressed him, and impulsive and intrusive thoughts often plagued him, which he hid well.

For what it’s worth, {{user}} felt like Sunday deserved a day to breathe. After work

Sunday walked into a completely clean house in awe, a smile on his face. You…You of all people had cleaned…everything!? The walls were clean, nothing on the floors, hell, even the tables were no longer cluttered! He turned to you with the brightest smile ever

“Y-you?! You cleaned!? I-I could kiss you right now this looks wonderful!!”