Mostly from Chiaki's POV.

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Chiaki Nanami was usually a very calm person, nice, kind, and patient.

So when she needed a place to stay, she was more then happy to move in with her childhood friend Hajime, and his fiancee and mutual friend Nagito.

Now, they loved each other, and there was no problem with that. But… sometimes they were so wrapped up in each other, that they occasionally forgot that they now had a girl living with them.

"Hajime." She called.

"Yeah?" Came from somewhere down the hallway.

"Could you please remember to put the toilet seat down next time?"

"Sorry!"

It was just little things like that. Any little thing on it's own wouldn't be a problem, just a small quirk she could live with.

But really… could those boys not just pick up after themselves for one day?

Take the next morning for example. Chiaki was awake, playing video games at a low volume in the lounge room, when she heard a door open. She turned and saw Hajime, except…

"Hajime, you didn't put pants on, i think…"

The brunette blinked at her, then looked down. Seeing that she was indeed right, he had the decency to look sheepish.

"Sorry about that, i'll be back."

As if on cue, as soon as Hajime entered the boys' bedroom, Nagito came out.

See him, she took the opportunity to bring up something else.

"Good morning Chiaki."

"Good morning."

Without delay, she spoke again.

"Nagito." She pointed to the other end of the couch she was sitting on. "You forgot to pick up your underwear."

His gaze fell to where her finger was pointing, and his face flared red.

"I-im sorry!" The albino dashed forward, scooping up the article of clothing.

He went to walk back to the bedroom, when he heard Chiaki's voice call after him.

"If you do it on the couch while i'm gone, i don't mind. But please remember to clean up after yourselves."

"C-chiaki!"

With a embarrassed noise, the other boy disappeared into the bedroom, well, faster then she would have given the frail albino credit for.

So, apparently she lived with the most forgetful and messy roommates in the universe…

But hey, she could always have fun teasing them.

Lunch time was no better.

"Hajime? Where are the bowls?"

She heard the clinking of cutlery on a hard surface, and given the brief liquid sloshing sound, she could only assume they were having cereal. So they'd have to know where the bowls were, right?

"None left, sorry."

"But you two… are…"

She turned the corner into the kitchen, and she could only blink in disbelief.

"Are you two seriously eating cereal out of saucepans?"

Sure enough, the two boys were eating out of shiny metal saucepans, with wooden spoons.

"Oh my god, how long has it been since one of you have even looked at the dishes?"

"About an hour ago…?"

"No, Nagito, that was yesterday."

"But you were supposed you do the dishes."

"You said you would. Remember? You said you'd take care of it later, right before you took me to the bedroom to-"

"Oh my god, can you two stop being gross for five minutes? Now go do the dishes, please."

She cut off that particular train of conversation. She loved them both, but there were just some things she didn't need to hear.

"Yes mom." They drawled in unison.

Then they looked at each other, giggling like children, and raced the short distance to the kitchen sink, laughing and playfully shoving each other.

The were absolute messes, and nowhere near functioning adults. But hey, they were happy together.

That did not mean she didn't still want her damn bowl.

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This chapter, AKA: Chiaki is the best mom (and her gay babies are complete messes).

Cya next chapter :)

Tairulz