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Laundry Day

It took him a while to notice. Longer than he should ever admit, actually. When laundry day came around, Kaveh, who had volunteered to do the laundry regularly, would wash every single one of Alhaitham's shirts, not all of his own, only Alhaitham's.

Kaveh always did the laundry on days that they were both home. At first, the blonde would simply stand in front of Alhaitham, put his hand out, wiggle his fingers impatiently and say "Shirt!", take it to the laundry, then come back to do other chores.

Alhaitham would hand over the shirt, dirty or not, and go get another one. One day, he reached his closet, only to find all of his shirts were missing. He confronted Kaveh about this, and the only answer he got was "They all smell like old books!". He didn't see a problem with that, but alright. Alhaitham sat on the divan, and read without a shirt.

There was a problem with that, it was late autumn, and it was getting chilly in the house. He refused to start the heat until it was the coldest part of winter. Alhaitham grabbed the throw blanket Kaveh had gotten him for his birthday, and pulled it around himself.

The next laundry day, Alhaitham's shirt was taken, his closet was devoid of them, and both of the blankets were gone from the divan. This time, when he asked Kaveh about all of it, his roommate simply said "I'm cleaning out your closet, and the blankets were dusty.". Having nothing to cover up from the chill, Alhaitham sat on his bed to read.

Another day for laundry inevitably came around. His shirts were gone, the couch blankets -and his bedding. This was getting ridiculous. Wondering what answer the blonde could possibly have this time, he asked once again, completely missing where Kaveh's focus was.

"I missed one of your shirts last week, but it still got hung up. I couldn't tell which one it was, so I washed them all. I spilled soup on the sofa blankets and your bedding needed to be washed." Kaveh said and walked away.

Well, there was another bed in this house, and he wouldn't admit it, but he liked that they smelled like Kaveh. They were warm and comfortable. He snuggled in and read his book.

This laundry day, Alhaitham's shirts were all missing before he even woke up, along with the blankets in the living area. By the time he turned to go back and read in his room, Kaveh was hurrying down the hall with not only Alhaitham's bedding, but his own.

"Can never keep the sheets too clean!" He yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared into the laundry room.

Alhaitham blinked and the spot Kaveh had just been. Why was he washing everything Alhaitham touched? Did he… really think he was that gross? He showered every day, surly he didn't stink. He gave his arm a small sniff, it smelled like mint. Kaveh liked mint, he wouldn't have a problem with that.

There was something else to this. Alhaitham looked at the facts. Kaveh making him take his shirt off to wash it, then washing anything else he could cover up with. Oh. He would make Alhaitham take off his shirt, then busy himself with other chores that were mostly wherever the scribe was -without a shirt. Surly it wasn't so simple? He could test that.

Alhaitham waited until Kaveh had disappeared into another room, went into the architect's closet and pulled on one of the white, flowing shirts before returning to the divan with his book. He laid himself across the couch, with his back slightly arched against the arm rest, one leg straight out, and the other bent at the knee. Alhaitham felt it would be an enticing pose. A moment later, the blonde walked through, and stopped in his tracks, sighing before moving on.

Sure enough, on the next laundry day, every single shirt in the house was being washed, along with every piece of bedding, and the divan blankets. That seemed like a lot of work just to get Alhaitham to lounge around without a shirt. The funniest part to Alhaitham was, if Kaveh were to ask, he would have gladly put his body on display for him.

Maybe someday he would admit his feelings for Kaveh. He wasn't truly certain about the architect's feelings towards him romantically, but this did give him some hope, regardless of how absurd it had been.

Perhaps next week his pants would be far too dirty to wear. Alhaitham smiled to himself.