Whoo-hoo, another chapter! Sorry for the long wait, school is coming to a close , so a lot more work is coming my way. Also, sorry if the ending seems a bit rushed. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Chihiro walked out of the bathroom in his room, a towel around his waist. His light brown hair was wet, droplets of water falling from the ends periodically. Chihiro walked over to his dresser, rummaging around before pulling out a new pair of underwear, shorts, and a t-shirt. Chihiro removed the towel around his waist and started to get dressed, blushing as he thought about what happened earlier.
After he had ran from the cafeteria covered in his lunch, he had burst into the laundry room, quickly ripping his clothes off so he could get them washed faster. He hadn't even checked if anyone was in the laundry room before tearing his clothes off. If anyone had come in, they would have been subjected to an impromptu Fujisaki strip tease. If it had been Taka who had walked in, ho-boy, he would have probably given another lecture, this time on indecent exposure.
'I should have checked if anyone was in the laundry room before I took off my chicken salad covered clothes, someone could have seen me in there. Wait... someone could have seen me running back to my room in only my underwear!' Chihiro blushed heavily as he thought about his careless actions. He put on his shirt, then grabbed his towel and dried off his hair. He hung up his wet towel, before grabbing his e-handbook and phone and leaving his room.
Chihiro headed to the laundry room to finish washing his clothes. He walked into the laundry room, greeting Yasuhiro, who was sitting at the table reading a magazine, waiting for his own clothes to finish washing. Seeing that his clothes were done washing, Chihiro went and moved his wet clothes from the washer to the dryer. After throwing in a dryer sheet and starting up the dryer, he sat down at the table across from Hiro.
Chihiro pulled out his phone, messing with it for a few minutes. He looked at the time on his phone and then over at the dryer; he had 35 minutes left before his clothes were dry. The programmer put down his phone and turned towards Hiro, who had lowered the magazine in his hands, and started to make small talk.
Time seemed to fly by as they talked, the two never really staying on one topic for very long. At one point the older male got up to move his clothes from washer to dryer before sitting back down at the table. The two heard footsteps and turned towards the doorway, seeing Sayaka enter with a laundry basket on her hip. They all exchanged greetings and the idol soon joined the conversation.
The sound of the dryer alerted the shorter male that his clothes were done. Chihiro got up from his seat at the table and went to grab his clothes. As he walked to the dryer, Chihiro tripped, knocking into a dryer and knock over a basket filled with detergent, bleach, dryer sheets, and other laundering items. As the container fell, a bottle of detergent, which had not been closed all the way, had spilled all over the floor.
"Sweet Satan fucking a corpse!" exclaimed the doe-eyed male. He quickly ran to the sink in the corner and grabbed a wet rag, running back to the spill to clean it up. The detergent was cleaned up quickly, with the rag thrown into the sink and the basket and laundering items cleaned up and put away.
Chihiro grabbed his clothes from the dryer before exiting the laundry room to head back to his own room, forgetting about Hiro and Sayaka. The clairvoyant and pop sensation were taken aback by the programmer's language. The two stood there, jaws dropped. A washer and dryer dinged in the background breaking the silence, alerting them that their laundry was done.