"Oi. Move your ass. I need to sweep here. Why are you even sleeping on the floor?"
"Exams are tomorrow."
"Go take a nap, and I'll have cold soba for you when you wake up."
I pushed my broom up to his arm, and he clasped onto the damn broom like his life depended on it.
"I'll nap here."
"Shoto, I can't fucking sweep with you on the broom."
"Sure you can."
"I hate you. You're gonna need a shower after this."
"Then mop me."
"No—"
And that's the story of how I cleaned the floor with my boyfriend as the latest broom attachment.