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Chapter 5

M/n sighed tiredly, having gotten home from his college campus. He tossed his backpack on the floor next to his closet before falling face-first onto his bed. He was glad that classes were finally over. After all, summer break had started about three weeks ago for everyone else.

He turned his head to the side and reached for his phone, checking to see if he had gotten any notifications. As expected, there was nothing. He set it down and turned his body fully onto his side.

"I'm so tired..." he murmured to himself.

The (h/c)-ette laid there for a few minutes in utter silence before deciding to get up. His gaze immediately drifted toward the laundry basket in the corner. "Guess I should take care of that, huh..."

He tried to think of every excuse possible to convince himself he could put it off later, but when he realized that the pile would only get bigger, he forced himself to get up and take care of it. Downstairs, R/n had been sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when he heard loud noises. He looked away and turned his gaze toward where M/n's room was.

"What is that idiot doing now?"

The thudding noises gradually got louder and louder until it was revealed to be M/n, dragging his laundry basket behind him as he made his way down. "Do you have to be so loud bringing that out of your room?" R/n asked.

"Yes, because it's heavy and, as you can see, there are stairs."

R/n sighed and looked back over his phone. "That's what happens when you put it off for so long."

M/n ignored him and continued dragging the basket toward the laundry room. Once there, he looked down at his red hands. "Damn..."

Quietly, his roommate came over and stood by the door. M/n turned around to grab an armful of clothes, almost having a heart attack when he saw his roommate standing there.

"Fucking... hell...!" the (h/c)-ette exclaimed, clutching the collar of his shirt. "What the hell, R/n?! At least say something!"

R/n crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe. "Okay."

M/n kept his gaze on his roommate as he started throwing his clothes into the washer, wondering why he'd suddenly gone silent. But just as he was about to ask, R/n narrowed his eyes. "Sort your damn clothes before putting them in the washer!"

The (h/c)-ette rolled his eyes. "Okay, Mom."

"Don't test me, M/n [Middle] L/n. I have the power to deny you food considering you can't cook jackshit."

M/n gasped in realization. "I'm sorry!"

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School might be done for a while, but work is never-ending...

He propped his arm on the counter, watching customers walk around the store and admire all the junk being sold. Soon enough, a customer walked up to him with a Mystery Shack t-shirt in hand. He stood up and took it from them.

"Will this be all for you?"

As those words left his mouth, he felt a piercing gaze on him, making him look behind the person. It was Stan, motioning toward the entire shop.

"Uh..." M/n began to say.

He didn't know what to tell the person. The words wouldn't come out. But just as he was about to say whatever came to mind, a cheery voice greeted the customer instead.

"Hi! Don't you look nice today?" Mabel said, the customer waving their hand bashfully at her compliment. "Could I interest you in the shop's newest stock of... bumper stickers! They're colorful and full of glitter."