Akashi always bothered you about your room. Your room was across the hall from his, yes you live with him. Even though there were maids at the Akashi residence, you insisted on cleaning your own room. You honestly didn’t see what was so bad about it. Sure it was a little messy, but it wasn’t like you were a hoarder. At least you could walk in there. You weren’t lazy or anything, you just weren’t about that cleaning life.

“How do you even live like this (Y/N)?” Akashi asked. You rolled your eyes while flipping through various TV channels. “It’s just a little stuff here and there. Some clothes scattered around. Not that big of a deal.” You heard Akashi scoff from beside you. “It isn’t just some stuff. You live like a ten year old boy who doesn’t clean their room. You can’t even sleep on your bed for all the clothes piled on it.” You turned your head, slightly, to look at him, “I’ve been meaning to clean it up. I just keep getting distracted.”

 Akashi stands up, looking down at you. “Get up (Y/N). Since you decided you would clean on your own, you’re going to clean this place up.” You groan as you get up, knowing you can’t defy him, without punishment that is. He walks over to the other part of your room where your bed is. “(Y/N), this is terrible. What do you do when I’m gone? Throw your clothes everywhere and have a party?”  He shakes his head, “This is very un-lady like (Y/N).”

You laugh at his statement and glance at him, “Well, maybe I’m not a lady.” Akashi smirks before pulling you into a hug. “Oh yes, yes you are. I would know.” You blush at his sudden words and turn away from him, walking back towards the couch “Geez, you perv.”

“Wrong way (Y/N).”  He grabs your arm, pulling you back towards the bed. You pout at him as you plop down on the edge of the bed, making some clothes fall off. “Please, can we not?” He laughs and looks at you with his heterochromatic eyes. “We? This is your room, your responsibility. And no, you can’t. This has to get cleaned up sometime. If you put it off now, it will never get done.”

You look at him with your best pouty face, “But.. I promise I’ll clean it tomorrow. I swear on my life.” He sighs and looks at you. “You promise you will?” You nod and hug him. “Fine then. I guess you can clean it tomorrow. But if you don’t I will have to punish you.” He smirked a little with that last statement.

You huff and pull him onto the bed with you, “I know, I know.” He kisses you and picks you up, carrying you bridal style to his room. “Good.”