Death by Ex Girlfriend: Aika Crisis

Day 4: My Ex-Girlfriends Declared a Boob War

  And so began another day in the wonderful home of Yoko Akiyama! This time, Aika was a guaranteed guest. It was the weekend now, and on this morning, Yoko lined everyone up in the kitchen like a squad of able-bodied soldiers. Isabella tied her hair in a double side ponytail and wore her usual tank-top and underwear.

Aika gracefully wore a pair of black pajama pants with lightning bolt patterns on them, as well a lazily put on white, transparent tank top. She tied her hair in a messy, yet equally adorable bun full of stray curly hairs slipping against her cheeks. Izanami didn't quite have the same sense of fashion and wore her traditional clothing around the house. Osamu just wore his thermal and sweatpants, staying faithful to the "dopey schmuck" routine. Instead of a sword this morning, Yoko held a mop.

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Wipe it? Scrub it? I'll make it sparkle for you!

Yoko stepped forth like a drill sergeant before her cowardly bands of privates and conscripts.

"Alright. Since we're all officially living here together, we'll all need to take responsibility for the house. Isabella, you're horrendously ugly and I hate your guts, but you clean like a housewife. For that, I commend you."
"I'll accept that. I'm too tired to be angry right now.", Isabella replied with a groggy tone.
"Izanami, normally I'd be very adamant on letting a Shinto deity and god of death stay in my home, but you're very responsible and independent, as expected. When I saw you cooking, cleaning, and peacekeeping around the house, my worries were dispelled. Even though I'll stab your heart if you ever try to take Osamu away from me, I want you to know that you are very welcome and appreciated here."

Izanami bowed graciously.

"I thank you very much."
(She's too kind for her own good.)

Yoko then stood in front of Osamu with stars in her eyes and a rosy blush in her cheeks.
"Osamu?"
"Yes ma'am!", he sharply hollered.
"You could be the dirtiest, laziest, nihilistic, alcoholic, abusive husband who screams at me in front of the kids every New Years, and I'd still love you and accept you. My house, food, bed, and body are yours for all eternity."
"Don't say that in front of the other girls!"

Aika interrupted Yoko's trance of lust and affection with her, from Yoko's perspective, annoyingly flat and irritating voice.

"What about me?"

Yoko stared at Aika for a few seconds, as if she were gazing into the cosmos.

"Umm...hello?"
"As I've said, you're welcome here too. Just uphold your responsibilities and you can live here rent-free."
"Good enough for me, I guess."
"Ahem!", Yoko shouted to clear her throat. "Now then, let's get cleaning. Isabella, you handle the kitchen counters and the dishes. Izanami, mop the floors. Aika, make sure the bathrooms are spotless. Osamu, you can lay down and relax."