Disclaimer: I don't own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi because I'm not Nakamura-sensei.

Ritsu experienced a very rude awakening when the door to his bedroom slammed open and a very loud voice broke through his consciousness with a, "Oi, wake up! It's laundry day!" He only buried further into the covers, grumbling and trying to get away from that horrible light that flashed behind his eyes.

Alas, his warm and heavenly blankets were pulled away by a very strong hand, making him open one eye sullenly and peer up at whoever just ruined his sleep. A frowning face framed with black hair greeted him. He only closed his eyes again, hoping it was just a nightmare that laundry day had come. He hated laundry day.

"Onodera, get your lazy ass up or so help me I'll drag you out the door," his lover threatened, already tugging at his arm roughly.

"Eeeh…" Ritsu whined, trying in vain to pull his arm back. "It's too early in the morning. Five more minutes…"

Masamune only sighed exasperatedly. "Ritsu, when will this end? You do this every single week. Idiot, get up."

Ritsu pouted, opening his wide green eyes again. "You're the idiot if you think I'm getting up."

"You're already basically awake," Masamune pointed out. "Might as well help me do laundry~."

"Ugh, don't talk like that."

"Like what~?"

Ritsu rolled over in bed and covered his face with his hands. "Like…you're singing or something. Only Kisa's boyfriend does that." Ah, he remembered the first time he'd met Yukina-san. The then-college student had sparkled so brightly in Kisa's presence that Ritsu felt he almost went blind. It was a wonder how Kisa could handle that every day. Maybe he had some kind of special sunglasses…

He was letting his mind wander again. Sigh.

"Does it bother you when I do this~?"

Ritsu huffed but a smile came to his face anyways. "Yes, very. If you stop doing it, I might consider getting up."

Immediately, Masamune's tone changed into his normal one. "Fine then. That better, Ritsu-sama?"

"Much."

"Then get the hell up!" Masamune barked, making Ritsu jolt up and fall over onto the floor.

Rubbing his head, Ritsu glared at the older man and stood up, stretching out his back. "Alright, jeez. I'm up, grouchy-pants. Get that knot out of your panties."

Masamune crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out.

"Tch," Ritsu rolled his eyes, moving across the room to find some pants. "Real mature, Masamune. How old are you, 10?"

"Only with you, my beloved," Masamune replied, wrapping his arms around Ritsu's shoulders and grinning widely.

"Yeah, yeah. What about that laundry you were talking about?" Ritsu shrugged himself out of Masamune's hug and pulled on a pair of old sweatpants as well as a sleeping shirt. "Dark or light today?"

"Dark," Masamune said as he started picking up dirty clothes from the floor. "I need more shirts."

Ritsu followed him out with another eye-roll. "You wear too much dark clothing, Masamune."

"But I look pretty se—"

"I swear to God, if you finish that sentence, I'm not helping you with this."

Surprisingly, Masamune shut his mouth with playful lock-and-key mime, only stepping over books and old Emerald magazines on the floor on his way to the laundry room. Ritsu was pleased. It wasn't every day that his lover actually listened to what he said. It happened maybe…once every two blue moons. Which was very, very rare. The fact only made him slightly suspicious, as the other man might've been planning something as soon as Ritsu had opened his mouth that morning.

"I'm just saying, you could stand to be a bit more responsible," Masamune was saying as they tossed the dirty clothes in the open washing machine. "Before we started living together, your place was like the result of World War III." A dark pair of boxers hit his face before he finished his sentence.

"I'm not responsible, Masamune?" Ritsu asked, a sharp smile on his face. "Tell me, who was the one who left our entire luggage at home when we went on that trip to Okinawa?"

Masamune only graced him with a blank expression. "Slipped my mind."

"See?"

His lover only sighed, but there was a small smile at the edge of his lips. "I apologized for that, didn't I?"

Ritsu flushed—the first time in a while—as he remembered how Masamune had…made it up to him during the trip, and many times at that. "Y-yeah…" He turned away to hide his red face as he measured the detergent for the washing machine into a cup. "Still. I had to wear the same underwear for 3 days!"

"Not like we had any use for them, ne?" Masamune raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Ritsu could only laugh. "Stop making it sound so dirty!" He shoved teasingly at Masamune, his own smirk playing about his lips. "You make it sound like all we did on our vacation was have sex."

Cue eyebrow-wagging. "Didn't we?"

Oh, he was so ridiculous. Ritsu really, really loved him. He laughed again, leaning against the washing machine. "Maybe you remember it that way. I wouldn't be surprised."

"Ah…" Masamune sighed out, standing shoulder-to-shoulder next to Ritsu.

They didn't speak for a few minutes, only the noises of the washing machine rumbling behind them and the comfortable silence filling the spaces where words didn't need to go. Ritsu never thought of it much anymore, but somehow he let his mind slip back to those days when they'd just started dating again, when everything was still awkward between them and Ritsu didn't know how to act around his new…lover. Now they were so comfortable around each other that they could safely bring up past issues that used to bring them a lot of pain and hurt with no problem.

Without looking, Ritsu let his hand slide next to Masamune's, a pale pink blush appearing high up on his cheeks. He didn't say anything, but the gentle squeeze back told him everything he really needed to know.

Perhaps laundry day wasn't as bad as it used to be.

A/N: VDSIFJIIDJFODHGDUOHGUHEDGWA

So. This will be the first of a few drabbles/one-shots about Ritsu and Masamune being domestic or cute or whatever. I already have two more ideas, but feel free to comment on what you guys want to see between them! More is better!

-ChemicallyEnhanced