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Laundry days were Tamaki's favorite.
The warmth of the clothes, the lulling scent of the flowery detergent, the opportunity to just put on a mind numbing TV show to pass time as you absently fold articles of clothing into neat piles. And of course, there was you to do it with in the midst of it all.
"Why does it seem like I'm doing all the work around here?" Your tone is teasing and Tamaki whines, having rested his head on your crossed legs, socks strewn across his body.
"I'm taking a break!"
He's too caught up in watching you chuckle softly along with the canned laughter in the TV show to worry too much over the confession, but his tongue still unconsciously stumbles to get the words out.
"I-I love you."
The shirt between your fingers dangles in a brief hover as you hold it up to shake the wrinkles out, but as you set it aside, looking down at him in his nervousness, you beam.
"I love you too."
The embarrassment hits him now, and you notice.
"What's wrong?"
"I wanted to say "I love you" for the first time without stuttering, but that failed." Tamaki groans, burying his face into your stomach as you laugh, hands running through his hair to console him, which he looks up at you dolefully.
"Don't look so sad." You smile, moving to cup his face as he props himself up, his cheeks slightly dusted with pink as you kiss him sweetly. "We still have time to say it over and over until you're sick of it."
"I love you." He whispers again, heart soaring, and you giggle.
"I love you too."
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