Mr. clean me right up

07

your fifth date with mr clean, you dream man.

you and him sat down across from eachother, at your favorite resturaunt.

he is dressed how he usually does, so clean and crisp with his all white uniform and his shining bald head.

as you read your menu, you can't help but notice how it looks extra shiny today.

unlike him, you dressed as best as you could, the most fancy you ever had, because you wanted to impress him.

it seemed to be working.

"how was your day, mr clean?" you asked him, setting your menu down as you decided what you wanted.

he looked up from his menu, a smile on his face.

"it was very clean." he says. "how was yours, f/n?"

using your first name still sends shivers down your spine, even after he has been calling you by it since you first met.

"it was also very clean." you reply, a smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

you just can't believe you were so lucky to have him. you had no idea that bathroom trick would work, and you had no idea he would fall in love with you the way he had. he was so perfect; every inch of him.

him and you had had your very first date right after you blew him, the next day. he took you to the park, and you both walked around for hours, talking and discussing topics you both liked. it had turned out that you and mr clean both had much in common.

"how is school, f/n?" he asked as he set his menu down.

"it was good." you lied.

you had told your friends about your relationship with him, and they had all left you, calling you a freak. you had cried in the bathroom and had tried to summon your tall hunk of bald, but it was no use. he didn't appear.

"don't lie, f/n." he says softly, giving you a warm, welcoming smile.

"i'm not." you say harshly, pressing your lips together in a firm line.

you don't like lying to him. but you don't want to make him feel bad.

he sighs and changes the topic.

"did you get new bleach?"

"yeah," you reply, your happy mood returning. "i got my mom to get me some."

"that's great," he smiles.

"excuse me?"

you look up from your handsome date at the waitress standing next to your table. she looks somewhat nervous, and you don't know why.

maybe she hates you and mr clean.

after all, his age was undetermined, and you were a highschooler.

but you know what they say.

age is just a number.

"yes?" you asked her, impatiently.

"i am afraid i have to ask you to leave." she said.

"excuse me?" you demanded. "why?"

"you are making our other guests uncomfortable," she explains, "and therefore I have to ask you to leave."

"i can't believe this!" you shout angrily, standing up with a squeak of your chair legs. "lets go, mr clean."

you storm out, your lover on your heels .

"no one excepts us!" you shout into the parking lot, startling passerby.

"lets go to your house." mr clean says next to you, pulling you into a side hug as you walk.

"yeah." you sniff, nuzzling into his warm, bleachy side.

you can't wait until you get home, because you want a certain thing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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just a thing, i don't believe in the age is just a number crap.

also, be prepared for the next chapter bc i plan on some steamy smut lmao

|kou--chan|