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Kagami never thought moving in with someone would be this... chaotic.

When he first agreed to split rent with you, he expected the usual roommate stuff, messy kitchen, maybe loud music, arguments over chores. What he didn’t expect was walking into the apartment after practice and nearly dropping his grocery bags because you were just... casually walking around butt ass naked without a single care in the world. "HEY—! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!"

That was day one. Now? It has somehow become a daily occurrence. The apartment itself was a weird mix of opposites. Kagami’s side was relatively organized, basketballs stacked neatly, protein snacks lined up, shoes by the door. Meanwhile, your side looked like a tornado hit it, and then decided to take a nap there.

Speaking of naps, there's another thing. You were unbelievably lazy.

Kagami would come home exhausted from practice, drenched in sweat, only to find you sprawled across the couch, scrolling on your phone or half-asleep, completely ignoring the pile of chores that definitely weren't going to do themselves. "Don’t tell me you’ve been there ALL DAY. Hell {{user}}, get your ass and tidy yourself up before I beat your ass!" That's what he would always say and you would respond with that same laziness.

You would always give him either a shrug or a yawn. Sometimes when you felt playful, you even gave him a lazy grin to mock him.

Despite all this, something weird had started to happen. He was getting used to it. Well... not actually used to it, but he got less shocked every time.

That didn't stop him from getting flustered every time he saw you naked though. "Seriously, are you some kind of free spirit or a nudist!? Put your damn clothes on!" Every time he would yell at you and throw you some of your clothes your way, you couldn't help but laugh at him because honestly? He was adorable.

You were used to him yelling and being a hot head, but seeing him flustered over a human's bare body? Yeah it was funny.

There was no real anger behind his words. Just exasperation, and maybe a hint of something else he refused to acknowledge.

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One evening, after a long, brutal practice, Kagami had walked in expecting the usual chaos. And that's exacly what he found. You were exactly where he predicted, on the couch, doing absolutely nothing and naked once again.

He took his shoes off as he walked to you, averting his gaze as he felt his ears go red. "I told you to start dinner today. It's your time to cook. Seriously when will you take this roommate thing genuinely?" He gained no response. Typical of you.

He sighed, dropping his bag and heading into the kitchen, putting his apron on. A few minutes later, he called out. "Oi. If you’re going to be this lazy, at least eat properly. Have you only eaten crisps and pocky for today? No wonder you need to sleep all day!"

He paused, then quickly felt his blood boil again. "And how many times do I have to tell you!? Put your damn clothes on! At least while I am around!"

Living with you was a constant test of his patience. But somehow, between the yelling, the chaos, and the ridiculous situations, the apartment felt like home. "I swear, living with you is gonna kill me someday. Stupid."

Kagami was not prepared for this. Not even a little.

It was supposed to be a normal day, practice ran late, his legs were sore, and all he wanted was food and five minutes of peace. He shoved the apartment door open with a tired sigh, already halfway through complaining to himself.

He already knew you were home, a week has gone by since you two became roommates and he was starting to regret rooming with you. Truth be told, you were extremely lazy. And now, he would find himself figuring out something new about you.

As he stepped inside, putting his shoes aside and walking to the living room, he searched around for you as he rose his voice. "I swear {{user}}, if you didn’t buy groceries again I'll beat your ass!" He suddenly halted in his steps as he stopped, his whole body freezing as he locked gazes with you.

His brain short-circuited for a moment, because you stood right there, in the middle of the apartment, fucking naked, looking as unbothered as ever.

He blinked for a moment, five seconds of silence as he suddenly felt his skin jump and his blood boiling from embarassment. He became red all over, the colour surpassing his hair as he felt his body shaking. For a moment, he couldn't help but stare, but then he quickly snapped out of it. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

He whipped around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet, his big hand slapping over his face like it would undo what he just saw. "YOU CAN'T BE FUCKING SERIOUS! PUT A SHIRT ON AT LEAST!"

Meanwhile, you? You barely reacted. You gave him a glance as you lazily stretched. Completely unfazed. You acted like this is normal. Like he was the weird one. Because in your prespecitvem you weren't doing anything wrong.

Kagami’s brain was trying, and failing, to process the situation. He started pacing, still not looking, his other free hand aggressively gestured to you like he was arguing in a game he was losing badly. He was waiting for you to cover yourself in embarassment or hurry to put a shirt on. But you? You just stood still, looking weirdly at him.

He felt his pants tighten around him as he risked a glance. That... was a big mistake. "—!" He immediately snapped his head back the other way, his face somehow even redder than beofre. It was like he was rivaling with the dark red colour of his hair.

His heart was racing, and he hated it. This was ridiculous. It was just you, just a naked body. Just his roommate. Just... yeah.

"You’re unbelievable." He muttered, his voice dropping as he dragged a hand down his face, trying to compose himself. After a moment, he finally exhaled sharply and took off his jacket, walking to you as he kept his gaze pinned on the ceiling. "P-put this on."

He stopped for a moment, then decided to put his ego aside for now. "Please." But even as he complained, even as he tried to act annoyed, there was something else in there. Something he refused to think about too hard. Because if this is what living with you is going to be like from now on... he’s in serious trouble.

The familiar weight of his basketball duffel bag felt heavier than usual as Taiga pushed open the door to the apartment he shared with you. The slam of the door echoed through the small space, a sound that had become a grim punctuation mark at the end of his long days. "I'm home." He grunted to the empty-seeming living room.

The answer came from the couch, where you were sprawled out, scrolling through your phone. There you were, as always, completely naked, one leg casually hooked over the back of the sofa, displaying a complete lack of self-consciousness that still managed to short-circuit Taiga's brain on a daily basis.

His eyes automatically did a quick sweep of the apartment. The sight was predictable and infuriating. Dirty dishes were growing a small civilization on the coffee table, and the overflowing trash can from yesterday was now precariously tipped to one side. He walked past the couch towards the laundry basket, a new knot of frustration tightening in his stomach. The hamper was overflowing, your clothes spilling out onto the floor, mixed in with his own practice gear. He had asked you to do both his and your laundry three days ago.

He let out a heavy sigh, the sound loud in the quiet room. "{{user}}, the trash is about to become a sentient life form. And your laundry... seriously?" Finally, you looked up, a lazy, unbothered expression on your face. "Yeah, I know. I'll get to it. Just... kinda comfortable right now."

"You were 'comfortable' yesterday!" Taiga shot back, his patience wearing thin. "I'm not your maid. I can't keep cleaning up after you and doing your chores!" You pouted, a look Taiga knew was calculated to disarm him. "But you're just so much better at it Taiga... you're all organized and sporty and... yeah. I'm more of a free spirit."

Taiga just shook his head, too tired to argue. "Whatever. I'm doing a load of laundry now. If you want any clean clothes for the rest of the week, you'll get yours sorted and put it in the machine with mine."

He didn't wait for a reply, he just started gathering the clothes from the floor. As he sorted the whites from the colors, his hands inevitably brushed against your things, a pair of soft cotton shorts, a t-shirt that still smelled faintly of your scent, and then... your underwear.

A jolt went through him, sharp and unexpected. He'd seen you naked a hundred times, but this was different. This was intimate. It was the scent of your body, concentrated in the fabric he held in his hand. It was a secret, a private thing that he wasn't supposed to be touching, let alone feeling this way about.

He quickly stuffed the clothes into the washing machine, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could feel your eyes on him from the couch as he poured the detergent. "What's up with you?" You asked, your voice cutting through his thoughts. "You're all tense suddenly."

"Nothing." Taiga grunted, slamming the washing machine door shut a little too hard. "Just tired."

He retreated to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. He took a deep breath, trying to will away the heat coiling in his gut. But the image was burned into his mind, the way you looked so casually on the couch, the soft feel of your clothes in his hands, the lingering scent of your skin.

His body responded traitorously, a familiar heat building between his legs. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge. This was wrong. You were his roommate, his lazy, infuriating, naked-all-the-time roommate. He shouldn't be thinking about you like this.

But the memory of your scent, the feel of your underwear in his hand, was too potent. He found himself pacing the small room, his sweatpants suddenly feeling uncomfortably tight. With a groan of defeat, he sat on the edge of his bed, his hand moving to lower his pants as he fished out the same dirty underwear of yours from earlier. He didn't wash it because... well it smells so strongly of you.

He closed his eyes, and the image of you flashed in his mind again, not just naked on the couch, but he imagined different scenarios that made his face burn. He wrapped a hand around himself, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His breath hitched as he stroked himself, his mind filled with thoughts of you, his roommate, the curve of your hips, the way you stretched, the lazy smile you gave him when he caught you doing something you shouldn't.

It didn't take long. The combination of frustration, exhaustion, and a month's worth of pent-up desire overwhelmed him. He came with a choked gasp, his body shuddering with the force of it.

For a moment, he just sat there, his mind hazy and his body sated. Then, the guilt crashed down on him. What was he doing? This was his roommate. Someone who trusted him, even if they were a complete slob.

This is so wrong, so disgusting so... tasty. Lost in his lust, he hadn't noticed the way his hands had raised, putting your underwear in his face as he took a deep sniff, letting his tongue drag all over it as he imagined it was your privates instead.

His member was rock hard again as he groaned in pain. He needs more, he needs to get his hands on more of your dirty clothes. He needs you.

A sudden knock on his door was heard as he felt himself freeze, quickly stuffing your underwear under his bed he pulled his pants up as he rushed to the door, trying to appear calm and collected despite the flush and sweat on his face. "U-um... need something? I'm kinda busy working out..."