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y/n irons her clothes in the living room of osamu and atsumu's house. the washing machine at her house broke down and she needed her clothes to be washed. she listened to the television as she carefully irons out the wrinkles in her clothes, and thinks about how many other chores she has to do when she gets home.
"what the hell are you doing here!?" atsumu shouts from the front door, holding onto his duffel bag and wearing his volleyball clothes. osamu ignores him as he takes off his shoes and walks into the kitchen to make something for dinner.
"my washing machine broke," y/n responds, putting the clothing iron on the ironing table and began to fold her shirt out in front of her.
atsumu makes his way over to y/n, placing his bag on the couch. "look," atsumu whispers, turning towards the kitchen to see if osamu is listening, "just because this fake relationship has been going on for two months, doesn't mean you can start acting like my girlfriend in private."
"my. washing. machine. broke," y/n says again, sounding out every syllable in her words for them to get into atsumu's head. "and besides, your mom let me in before she went to work so it's all good," y/n adds, placing her folded shirt on the pile that rests on the coffee table.
