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It was kind of strange actually. You know, to live a domestic life. It wasn’t something Garou had ever really envisioned for himself, but now he’s here, and he might as well enjoy it, yeah?
It was just about the right time of day for Badd to get back from patrol, and yet Garou had done absolutely none of the things Badd had asked him to. Domestic life was nice. The housework was not. It really isn’t Garou’s fault that he scampered around society like a rat for about a year and lost all his skill regarding chores. Being homeless will do that to ya. He let out a weak sigh. There just wasn’t much to be doing when Badd wasn’t home and Zenko was at school.
He perked up at the sound of the front door opening and began the difficult task of peeling himself off the sofa, shuffling out of the living room. Badd had already relocated to the kitchen, looking at the sink with distaste.
“Didn’t I tell ya to do the dishes?” An eyebrow raised.
“Maybe. Who really knows?” Garou simply shrugged. To be fair, he genuinely could not remember which things he was meant to take care of today. Badd takes a moment to respond, weighing the pros/cons of strangling his boyfriend. It would have been pretty tempting if not for the fact that Badd is stupidly, painfully in love with the idiot, and would mourn his death.
“Well, I did. So come on and help me with this shit. I’ll wash, and you can dry, since you're a lazy bastard.”
“I am not.” A cross of Garou’s arms, along with a sassy little huff. Badd would really love to punch his teeth in. Alas, he’ll settle for throwing the dish towel at him.
Garou caught the towel with ease, and pulled himself up onto the counter next to Badd, watching as the hero began scrubbing. There was something beautiful about watching Badd, moving around and taking care of his home. Their home. It was surreal, to look at this and think back to how they met. Had Garou really tried to harm this wonder of a man?
He was broken out of his reminiscing by a dish thrown at his head, which he caught with so much strength he almost shattered it, shouting. Sink water dripped down his wrist, and soaked his sleeve.
“I- What the actual fuck? That could have broken, and shattered, and the pieces would have gone flying and gotten in my eyes and then I would be blind-”
“Shut up, will ya? I knew you would catch it, you’re fine.”
“That’s not the point!” Garou whined. His sleeve was getting progressively wetter as he held the plate up, so he grumbly set about drying it (with the towel that had been chucked at him prior to the plate. He continued with his rant. “The point is that you threw a plate at the head of your dearly beloved boyfriend, again who you love, and will be your future spouse and all that shit. A plate.”
“A plate that you caught, so it’s all fine, yeah?” Badd rolled his eyes. “Now get off that counter, and actually do your part of the work.” With a few more complaints, the hero hunter did eventually slide off the counter, and up to Badd, taking a freshly rinsed dish and drying it.
A kiss was pressed to his cheek, and Garou turned red. “Thanks.” Badd smiled a him, before lightly shoving him with his hip “Not that I should have to thank you for doing basic housework when your a fuckin’ freeloader anyways.”
Garou placed his 2nd plate in the drainer, and looked at Badd. Badd looked at him. Garou leaned in closer… and bit him. Specifically, his shoulder. He was swatted off immediately.
“Oh my god, you’re such a freak. Why do you bite?” Badd handed Garou another dish. This one too, was dried and put in the drainer. Garou did not answer his very valid question.
They finished the dishes quickly, but not without a few more shenanigans. When the last item had placed in it’s correct location, Garou attempted to leave, hopefully returning to the soft, wonderful, plush couch. He was stopped by a hand fisted in the back of his shirt’s neckline.
“Ah, not just yet. I know damn well you didn’t make our bed, or sweep, or mop.”
“Well that’s just an unreasonable amount of work!”
“No, it isn’t. I make the bed, sweep everyday, and mop twice a week. Your’re just a lazy fucker. And you’ve done it before.”
Garou should have never volunteered to do the household chores back then. He’d wanted to be nice, and surprise his boyfriend, but now… sigh. He didn’t actually mind it though- and working together with Badd to take care of their home was nice, and despite his complaints, he didn’t want Badd to have to do it all himself.. He just hated to do it when he was home alone.
“Fine, I will graciously assist you with the rest of your pointless chores.”
“Pointless–!?” A vein popped out of Badds forehead. He was gonna do it, he was gonna strangle his boyfriend. He could probably utilize his S-class status to avoid jail. Although, he did kinda hate the other bastards that use rank as an excuse to avoid consequence. Deep breaths Badd, someone has to be mature here.
It takes them a while to finish up, but eventually they manage, and end up in bed, just talking. It’s nice, and with the house clean, Badd feels soothed. He runs his hand through Garou’s hair, quickly removing it when Garou makes another attempt to bite him. Turd. They fall into a comfortable silence, listening to each other breathe.
Garou tilts his head to face him. “I love you.”
Badd flushes “Shut up and die.” A pause. “...I love you too. Dickface.”
“Asshole.”
“Bastard.”
“Pussy Bitch.”
“...”
“Wanna make out?” Badd considers this. Yes, indeed, Garou is making quite the offer.
“You know, I think that’s the first time you’ve ever had a good idea.”
As Garou is pulled into a kiss, he thinks this is what he was meant to do. He wasn’t meant to hunt heroes, or kill monsters, or even become one. He was meant for this- to do shitty housework, bitch, and love his man. Garou pulled back, grinning at his boyfriend. Badd rolled his eyes, and returned a smirk of his own, and then they were kissing again.
END