ʜᴀʏʟᴏғᴛ ► Danganronpa

🔹 Kazuichi Soda x Mahiru Koizumi ; Laundry 🔹

Requested by OmegaYizz !

"And that's why you need to tell him—that idiot Kazuichi mentioned he's never washed his jumpsuit," Mahiru explained with a huff. "I mean, can you believe it? That's disgusting!"

"Yeah, that's... not very good." Hajime laughed a bit, scratching his cheek. "Uh, Mahiru, maybe you should go help him out."

"Are you kidding?" She groaned, putting a hand to her forehead. "You missed my entire point."

"So you came to me... in hopes that I'd go talk to him into washing his clothes? Mahiru... I'm not your slave."

"What—? How could you say that? A girl is just asking you for a favor—god, men are so inconsiderate." The redhead sighed, crossing her arms. "Fine. If you insist, I'll go tell that idiot myself... idiot."

Hajime watched her walk off, sighing. "Some girls I really won't understand."

After her little exchange with Hajime, the photographer was serious about getting Kazuichi to wash his jumpsuit—it was disgusting to keep it on all day, especially with all that dirt and oil on it.

She found him in the hotel lobby, her eyes glaring. When he noticed, he only gave her a confused look.

But then he smiled, his usual happy-go-lucky smile, and waved. "Hey, Mahiru! How's it hangin'?"

"You! Come with me."

"Uh... alright." Kazuichi didn't even hesitate to stand up, not expecting much anyway. He walked toward her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "So... whats up?"

Without saying anything, she grabbed him by the wrist and practically yanked him out of the lobby. He was taken aback by this, and his eyes widened. "Whoa, the hell you doing?"

"I refuse to have disgusting men around here," Mahiru told him with a small huff. "We're going to do some laundry... because Hajime didn't want to himself."

"Uh, what's Hajime gotta do with this...?"

Once stopping at his cottage, Mahiru crossed her arms, waiting for him to open it. When he didn't, she sighed. "What are you doing?"

"Wait, you want to come in my room? Listen, I don't know what's going on, but..." Kazuichi found his voice trailing off upon seeing her hardened glare. "Or maybe you can step inside for a bit... couldn't hurt anybody... hah."

He unlocked the door to his cottage, opening it and letting Mahiru step inside first. Following her, he let out a quick breath before shutting the door, hoping no one was around to see them.

As soon as he turned around, the redhead continued to glare at him with her arms crossed. "Now, I'm sure I speak for everyone here when I say we don't appreciate someone not washing their clothes."

"Uh... you mean my jumpsuit?" Kazuichi looked down at himself, seeing the slight oil stains on him—and some were fading from being there so long. "I only have one, though. If I wash it, then I wouldn't be able to use it for another day!"

But Mahiru wasn't having it. "And why is that so hard? I'm sure you have other tops and pants, yeah?"

"I would never leave this place without my jumpsuit on."

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head in disappointment. As much as it pained her to say it, she took a deep breath before saying—no, demanding—"Take it off, Kazuichi."

"What?" The mechanic looked at her, flabbergasted.

"Oh, relax! It's just your jumpsuit. You better keep everything else on!" Mahiru blushed a bit, but tried keeping her strong composure. "If you won't wash it, then I'll just do it for you—and it'll be dry enough for you to wear again tomorrow."

A few seconds of thinking about it, Kazuichi sighed once more. "But then I can't wear it later on—"

"Off, Kazuichi!"

"Okay, okay, fine..." He finally unzipped the rest of the jumpsuit down to his crotch area, slipping it off his shoulders and lifting his legs, taking it off completely.

Mahiru's face reddened when she caught his boxers in sight. "Oh my god, you have zero decency!"

"I'm not even gonna argue with you on this." The mechanic rubbed his forehead in annoyance, looking to her. "Alright, so how can you wash it so I can wear it at least by tomorrow?"

"Come with me." Mahiru stepped into his bathroom, going over to the sink. She turned on the water, grabbing some soap, and pouring some in and watching the bubbles surface.

Kazuichi followed her, hesitant as he was. He peered over her shoulder, watching her grab the jumpsuit from his hand and dump it in the soapy water.

"Okay, you stand right here and grab a bit of the jumpsuit. Use the soap and just rub it in, like this." She took one of the legs, rubbing it with the soap and doing the same with the other. "Since it doesn't look like any of us wanna go all the way to the washing machines... this usually is a quicker way, even though it's a bit tedious."

Kazuichi raised an eyebrow, but he followed her and grabbed the upper half of his yellow jumpsuit, rubbing it in with the soap. He narrowed his eyes down to Mahiru, who seemed very concentrated in washing.

She looks a lot more peaceful when she isn't yelling at anyone, he said to himself. A little... cute, even.

But he shook those thoughts out of his mind as he finished his half and she finished hers. She then rinsed it all off, careful not to make a large mess, and shut off the sink. The soap slowly drained down itself.

"It's still sunny out, and the temperature's perfect for drying. If you really don't want to leave the cottage because this is the only one you own, I can do you the favor and hang it up for you," Mahiru told him.

"Thanks! But, you sure it'll dry quick enough?" he asked.

"Trust me, it will. With this heat, you might even get lucky and be able to wear it later," she answered—and even smiled.

"Well, then... thanks, again." Kazuichi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Pretty cool of you to help a guy out."

"W- Well, it's just because I couldn't handle the smell anymore!" she snapped, her blush returning. Not wanting him to see it, she practically dashed out of the cottage.

The mechanic watched her leave, and he laughed to himself. "Damn, I can't believe such a feminist like her would wash something for a man."