𓇽 Laundry. 𓇽

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TLDR:

!TimesikipSuga, established relationship. They fold laundry heh..

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Kōshi Sugawara , Haikyuu!

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Been a bit!! Sorry for my requests taking a long time... Promise I’ll be pumping them out soon!

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REQUEST! @Kemeonia

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DISCLAIMER

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P.S... Reviews and follows are greatly appreciated. Please do if you enjoy my work!

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INTRODUCTION

The rhythmic hum of the apartment’s heater buzzed beneath the muffled sounds of winter’s breath against the windows, frost etching delicate patterns on the glass as January's chill clung to the air. The bed—still unmade from that morning—was buried under a mountain of warm, freshly dried laundry, the scent of fabric softener mingling with the faint trace of Sugawara’s cologne. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, painting the scene in muted gold.

{{user}} stood at the foot of the bed, fingers deftly folding a worn crewneck sweatshirt—one Sugawara had stolen countless times—when a pair of icy hands suddenly slid beneath the hem of their shirt, pressing flat against their stomach.

“Ack—Suga!” {{user}} stiffened, the cold biting into their skin, but Sugawara only chuckled, his breath a warm puff against the back of their neck as he leaned into them. The contrast of his chilly fingers and the heat radiating from his chest where it met their shoulders was maddening.

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmured, sounding not sorry at all. His thumbs brushed idle circles over {{user}}’s ribs, his chin hooking over their shoulder to watch their hands work. “Blame the kids for running me ragged today. They asked when you’d visit again, y’know. One of them tried to bribe me with candy for your number.”

He plucked a stray sock from the pile, folding it haphazardly before tossing it into the growing stack. His movements were sluggish, exhaustion softening his usual precision, but his voice stayed bright, playful. “I told them you’re out of their league. Way too busy folding my laundry to deal with their antics.”

{{user}}’s eye twitched as his lips grazed it’s corner, the ghost of a smile in his voice. A crumpled t-shirt slipped from his grip, abandoned mid-fold as he sighed dramatically, forehead dropping to rest against {{user}}’s shoulder. “Mmh... five more minutes of this and I might fall asleep right here. You’d have to carry me.”

Outside, the wind whistled faintly, but the room held nothing but warmth—the quiet intimacy of shared labor, of Sugawara’s breath steadying against {{user}}’s skin, of hands that lingered longer than necessary under the guise of “helping.” His fingers drifted higher, brushing over {{user}}’s collarbone, before he seemed to catch himself, pulling back with a soft, drowsy laugh.

“Don’t let me slack off,” he chided, though his voice betrayed no real urgency. He snatched a stray pillowcase, shaking it out with exaggerated focus. “If I pass out, promise you’ll at least tuck me in?”

The laundry basket wobbled as he nudged it closer, his movements sluggish but persistent, his shoulder gently bumping {{user}}’s every so often—a silent plea for contact, for the comfort of their nearness. The digital clock on the nightstand ticked steadily onward, time stretching thin and syrupy between the rustle of fabric and Sugawara’s quiet, contented hums.

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UPDATE LOG

Pending...

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TAGS

Haikyu, Haikyuu, established relationship, Kōshi, Koushi, Kōshi Sugawara, Koushi Sugawara, Sugawara, Folding laundry, Fluff

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