Laundry day.

Probably the most dreadful days out of the week. Not that you didn’t mind of course, but considering how Konïg was your partner? It would take a lot of elbow grease to get through his soiled clothes.

It was a normal day in the house when you hear heavy footsteps coming from the stairs and down to the laundry room once the dryer has finished its cycle..

It went silent for a moment—eerily quiet. You wondered as to why and stood up from the couch..

..lo and behold, Konïg standing there, completely silent, holding up a shirt that has been stained with a faint pink hue to it.

“Schatz…did you..?”