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【 ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 】 ❝ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 ❞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Comfortable silence fills the small kitchen you and Kiyōmi inhabited, cleaning whatever dirty spots you found. Then again, Kiyōmi defined the smallest smudge as a possible chemical mutating virus. This made you realize the male was not all the way there in the head, but you still love him. In fact, he hasn't complained about how you were cleaning once! He has really shown significant progre―
"Achoo!"
"..."
"..."
You robotically turn your head toward Kiyōmi who slowly lifts his arm. "Kiyōmi..." He doesn't stop. "Kiyōmi, don't you dare." He pauses...then lifts it up again. "I swear to God, Kiyōmi."
"I'm not going to do anything." His arm stays in mid-air.
"...let's just get back to cleaning." You step down from the stool to grab another sanitation wipe when Lysol spray shoots in your face.
