His first year of college was meant to be stressful and challenging, but Yuichiro had never imagined he would face such a challenge within the first six weeks. Surprisingly, the challenge wasn't class-related; rather it was dorm related. It wasn't a roommate issue, which Yuu knew wouldn't be much of a problem anyway since he lucked out enough to room with one of his close friends. It wasn't an issue on his floor; he didn't talk to most of the people in his dorm hall, so he didn't have any issues with them other than the annoying guys across the hall who partied until two a.m. every morning. No, this challenge was due to the building itself, in which Yuichiro faced an admirable enemy, a faceless enemy: the laundry room.

The first week of school had been fine, as his laundering needs did not come into play until the next week. The second week Yuu had gone down to the basement to wash his clothes on a typical Sunday, only to discover all of them had been taken, and would be continually in use all throughout the day, to his horror. He had barely managed to sneak in a load, vowing that he would never partake in doing laundry on a Sunday.

Saturday afternoons he decided would be his day, succeeding in scoring a washer in the mid-afternoon for two weeks in a row. Yuu thought he would be fine, as most students hadn't settled on a similar course of action, but this was before the fourth week of school hit. The dreaded day had come when he'd walked into that same laundry room to discover every washer had been filled. There were six washers in total since his complex was one of the smaller dorms on campus, which wasn't too bad. The kicker was that they were taken up by one person; one rude, inconsiderate jerk who left a sticky note in apology.

The next week of school ended in the same result, the author of the sticky note offering another stupid apology, mentioning how this would now be a common occurrence and how "sorry" they were if this became an inconvenience. Yuu called bullshit on the note and had crumpled it up in anger and stormed off to his room, vowing next time would be different.

This vow led him to where he was now, prepping his laundry at 1:47, giving him a few minutes to scramble to the washers in order to take one up before the mystery jerk could do so.

"Yuu, why are you in such a rush?"

Yuu, in the middle of shoving his laundry down into his laundry basket, paused to offer a quick answer to his roommate, Yoichi. "For the past two times when I've done my laundry around this time, some bastard ends up taking all of the washers and leaving a lame apology note." Yuu smashed his foot down on his clothes, smashing the rest of it down so that it fit perfectly into the basket. He smiled in satisfaction, turning his head to shoot Yoichi a confident grin. "I'm going to beat him there this time and," Yuu snatched a pen and a post-it note from his desk, holding it up for Yoichi with a devilish expression, "I'm going to write him a note back to see how he likes it."

Yoichi was lying on his stomach on his bed, flipping the page of his textbook before he gave Yuu a nod and a questioning look. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Yuu moved to grab his wallet, shooting Yoichi a look. "Of course it is! I have laundering needs and that asshole needs to learn to be courteous to others and their habits." Yuu dumped out a few quarters and picked up the handle of his basket, dashing out of the room and down the stairs of his dorm to the basement. Yuu rounded a corner and dashed into the laundry room, nearly toppling over with the heavy basket in his hands as he heard the sound of the washers running. He turned to the washers and dropped his laundry basket at his feet, kicking it across the floor in anger.

Yuu huffed in frustration and stalked to the middle washer that held a taped note to the front of it. Yuu picked it up and crumpled it up, tossing it in the trashcan without looking at it. This had been the third week in a row that this had begun, each time containing the same note that read,

Sorry! Just know that these washers are going to good use and that they'll be done shortly!

-M

Yuu kicked the washer lightly, enough so that he wouldn't break it – that was the last thing his broke ass needed. He grabbed a post-it note and wrote on it, sticking it to the washer. It read:

Hey asshole, learn how to use a single washer. The rest of the building would like to do their laundry, too, without worrying about your ass taking them all. Learn some manners, 'M'.

-Y

"There, take that," Yuu muttered, picking up his laundry basket and walking it back up the stairs to his dorm room.

"No luck?" Yoichi asked upon his return, his eyes glued to his textbook.

Yuu huffed out a frustrated breath and threw his laundry to the side, running a hand through his hair. "No. He beat me there, but I still left him a nice little note for him to read."

Yoichi sighed, his eyes flickering to Yuu. "Why don't you change the time you do your laundry at if this bugs you so much? Most people do laundry on a Sunday; it's a Saturday afternoon."

Yuu picked up his backpack and dug out one of the books he'd been assigned to read for English as he answered, "One, this is how I avoid situations like this. You seem to forget that I did try to do it on a Sunday once. Never again. And two," he pulled out the book and tossed his bag aside, eyes casting a glance in Yoichi's direction, "that's what the bastard wants me to do. I refuse to give M that sort of satisfaction."

Yoichi sighed, his eyes returning to his textbook as he flipped another page. "You're hopeless."

"I'm determined, not hopeless. There's a difference."

Yuu arranged his pillows so that he could sit up as he read. He set his phone by his side with an alarm to go off in a half hour to remind him to check the laundry. Though he tried to read, his mind kept focusing on the time and the expression on M's face once he read Yuu's note, imagine a look of surprise at the response. Yuu hoped that the message would get through the guy's skull so that he wouldn't have this issue the next week.

Yuu practically jumped out of his bed once his alarm went off, his hand snatching his laundry basket before he dashed off to the empty laundry room, all of the washers empty as M had managed to throw his clothes in the dryers. Yuu let out a frustrated growl as he began loading in his own laundry, pausing once he noticed a bright pink sticky note sitting on the middle washer. He stuffed in the last of his clothing and set the washer to run before glancing at the note.

Hello Y,

If you have such a problem, why don't you do your laundry at another time? Or if you're too stubborn to change your routine, you can try to beat me again next week, if you want to try. We both know it probably won't happen. And talk about manners, if you're swinging around names like that, you must not have any at all. I might have to teach you some. Same day and time next week, alright?

Kisses,

M

Yuu could feel his eye twitch, his jaw tightening as he crumpled the note and dunked it in the trash. "Bring it," he muttered, stomping upstairs to his room as he figured out a strategy for the next week.

Mikaela sat at his desk, stifling a yawn as he closed his laptop, halfway finished writing his paper for his health class. It was almost 4 o'clock, the prime time for a nap and a homework break, especially since he'd been working since eight a.m., his only breaks quick enough so he could eat and do his laundry, which he needed to grab from the dryers. He snatched the stack of laundry baskets by his desk and took the stairs down a floor, proceeding to gather the laundry.

He noted there was no note from the angry Y who had responded earlier. Mika wondered if Y had decided to accept his challenge or not, not that it mattered much to Mika. Just hearing that he'd infuriated someone was enough to make him laugh, especially since most of the laundry wasn't his own; rather it was for kids whose families could not afford a washer or to go to the laundry mat.

Mika had found out about a bunch of families in need through the Director of the orphanage Mika had grown up in and offered his help to them. He knew what it was like to not have enough money for basic necessities, and no one deserved do live in such a way. He knew he couldn't do much for the families as a college student, but doing laundry for them each week was one thing he could do.

He knew other people in the dorm probably hated him for taking all of the washers in one go, but he didn't care. All he cared about were the smiles on both the parents' and kids' faces as he brought them laundry and some other gift, usually in the form of food or a toy. Such would be the case today, as he had bought two families a few groceries, a couple of stuffed animals and dolls for the kids, and dog food.

Once he gathered all the laundry, Mika made his way to his car to dump the baskets, making another trip to grab the other items as well as to take a final laundry basket of brand new clothing for the families. Once all of that had been loaded, Mika got into his car to drive off, thinking about the next note he would write to Y – like what choice of words would be most appropriate to use when gloating and such.

Mika chuckled to himself; next week would be fun.

A/N: Sorry for such a short first chapter; I promise the others will be longer! I just needed to get this out there since I finally found some inspiration from the newest episode and since I found time between studying and homework. Anyway, please let me know what you guys think of it in a review and thank you for the reads, I hope you enjoyed!