One Man’s Trash, Another Man’s Chair
Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, and Reader
a/n - same deal as last time, I’m using the name “Katsuiya” as a place holder till I think of something better. Just a little oneshot of the silly boys :)
Warnings - mild language, I guess?
You’re a student at UA University and currently in your third year. You’ve been making lots of progress with your studies, and have mastered using your quirk. You’ve recently been focusing your efforts on your leadership and management skills, since you’re planning on opening your own hero agency after graduation. Last month, the president of your university gave you the title of “Dormitory Operation and Maintenance Manager”. Essentially, it’s your responsibility to make sure the common areas are maintained and occasionally do dorm inspections to make sure the students are complying with the guidelines.
You’d like to say that it’s been going well, but that would be a bold faced lie. The dorm inspections have gone well at least, the most you’ve had to do is remind students not to block their windows. It’s the common room that’s the problem. At first, it just seemed like students were forgetting to toss their trash before leaving the room. That wasn’t a huge problem though, it doesn’t take too long to throw some trash away and put up signs reminding students to clean up after themselves. Over the course of the last month though, it’s escalated to the common room regularly looking like a hurricane came through.
Every day, you have to spend at least an hour tidying up. It’s not just trash anymore, you regularly find spoiled food in the fridge, sticky puddles of soda on the tables, socks left on the couches. Yesterday, you went out and found that someone had broken one of the sticks for the pool table and just left it on the floor. There’s even been times that you took a break from cleaning for half an hour and came back to it looking worse than when you started. Someone is definitely doing this on purpose to mess with you, and you can’t figure out who the hell it is.
Today, you walk into the common area and see the most hideous couch you’ve ever laid eyes on. The cushions are torn, and there’s mismatching patches poorly sewn over some of the larger holes. The couch is an awful floral pattern with colors that clash, and of course it’s placed smack dab in the middle of the room. You seethe when you see it, you just KNOW that someone dropped it in here for you to deal with. In case it’s awful appearance wasn’t enough, the thing is massive. You turn on your heel, making your way to find someone to help you move this monstrosity. When you enter the hallway, you spot your best friends walking in your direction, Mirio and Tamaki.
“Thank GOD you guys are here, I was looking for someone to help me. You two aren’t doing anything right now, are you?” You ask them, but grab Mirio’s hand and drag him back to the room before he can answer. Tamaki follows after you both, staying silent as he senses your frustration.
“Someone left this atrocious couch here. I swear, I’m going to kill whoever keeps messing with me like this. It’s getting ridiculous!” You ramble on about how awful the couch is. Tamaki opens his mouth to say something as you speak, but you don’t give him a chance to as you continue your tirade. When you stop to take a breath, Mirio lets out a loud laugh.
“Gee, Katsuiya! Is it really that bad?” He says with a huge smile plastered across his face. You scowl at him in return.
“Are you kidding me?? Look at it! A blind lady wouldn’t even want that thing!” You yell out, frustrated that he doesn’t understand your agitation.
“Uh… Whoever’s it is probably just got it because it was cheap…” Tamaki mumbles quietly, a bit nervous about your outburst.
“Yeah, obviously it’s cheap! I wouldn’t be complaining if someone left a nice couch out here! But now it’s my problem to deal with!” You say with a huff. Mirio laughs again and walks past you, placing his hands on the arm of the couch.
“Alright, we’ll help you take it out then!” Mirio hooks his hand under the arm of the chair and lifts it up slightly, you assume in an attempt to gauge its weight. Tamaki starts to speak again, but eventually just shakes his head and sighs. He makes his way over to the couch as well, standing on the end opposite of Mirio. The two boys bend down slightly and bring the couch up off of the floor. Mirio seems to be doing just fine as they make their way to exit the room, but Tamaki already looks miserable. You pull the door open for them, holding it in place as they struggle to angle the couch so it can fit through the frame.
“Oh my god, who would even go through all this trouble to bring it in here? There’s no way that pissing me off is worth that much work.” You say with a huff as the boys finally get the couch out into the hallway. Mirio chuckles, and Tamaki grumbles something you can’t quite hear with an annoyed look on his face.
The group makes its way through the building as you guide them. You open doors and help them watch out for obstacles, all the while continuing to complain. You eventually reach a staircase and spend over half an hour wrangling it down the steps. The boys listen as you ramble, letting you get out all that you have to say.
“Ugh, anyways. What were you guys up to today?” You ask them as they get the couch down the stairs and continue the path down another long hallway. Tamaki shoots Mirio an annoyed look, which Mirio laughs at.
“We didn’t do too much! We just went out shopping for a bit. Picking up stuff for our dorm, ya know?”
“Mm. Did you guys find anything good at least?” You ask as you place a hand on his shoulder to steer him away from a box that someone left on the floor.
“We found a couple good things! Apparently our haul wasn’t as good as we thought it would be.” Mirio states casually while Tamaki’s death stare at him intensifies. Tamaki mumbles under his breath, something about how they just got back.
You all finally reach the back of the dorm building and you pull open the doors to allow the boys through. This door is a bit bigger, so they don’t have to struggle as much this time. They make their way over the concrete and you walk in front of them to lift the dumpster lid. The boys struggle to lift the couch up over their heads, but eventually get one side up onto the edge. Tamaki moves over to Mirio’s side, helping him with one final push. It falls down with a loud crash, letting out a crunch as it falls on the trash already in there.
“You guys are seriously lifesavers. There’s no way I would’ve been able to take it out here on my own!” You say with a sigh, reaching up to give Mirio a high five.
“Yeah, for sure! I just wish we wouldn’t have brought it all the way up if we were just going to toss it!” Mirio says with a loud laugh as you freeze, still mid high five.
“You- that was yours??” You mumble, completely dumbstruck at his statement.
“He DID tell you that we went shopping for our dorm.” Tamaki says flatly, wiping his forehead that had collected a thin layer of sweat from the move. Mirio’s smile somehow widens even further as he grabs your hand, finishes the high five, then lets you go. You collect yourself and rush over to the dumpster, standing on your tiptoes to peek in. The bottom of the couch is broken and bent from the force of the fall. Even if it wasn’t, several other trash bags were torn open and are leaking their contents onto the fabric. You let out a loud groan and drop your face into your hands.
“You should come with us to pick one out next time, Katsuiya! I didn’t think it was that ugly, so we probably will need your opinion for the next one!” Mirio says, completely unfazed by the entire predicament.
“You guys are literally the worst ever. Fine, whatever. I’ll pay for it.” You say with a sigh, realizing that there’s nothing you can do to fix the situation at this point.
“I’m taking that as a promise, Katsuiya!” Mirio calls out, already on his way back to the building. Tamaki follows after him and after a moment you do as well. When you all re enter the building, you properly apologize. As you make your way down the hallway, Tamaki points out that there was actually a closer dumpster, just rubbing salt in the wound. You scold the boys for not saying anything sooner and just allowing it all to happen.
“Whatever, did you guys want to get some food or something?” You turn over your shoulder to look at them as you step back into the common area. When you turn to face the room, there’s another hideous couch right where the first one was. Somehow, this one looks even worse.
“You guys didn’t happen to buy two couches, did you…?” You ask weakly. Mirio quickly quiets down as he spots the second couch, looking at you to see your reaction.
“Nope. We sure didn’t.” Tamaki states flatly as he puts his hands in his pockets. You let out a loud sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose as Mirio goes over to inspect it.
“Hey, what about this one, Katsuiya?”
The boys end up taking the new couch and you spend the rest of the day wrestling it up to their dorm. At some point, a rumor starts getting spread that you cruelly threw away some poor kid’s couch right after he bought it, which wasn’t entirely incorrect. You’re not excited that everyone knows about it, but you notice that the common area is usually kept clean after that situation. Apparently, all it took was them thinking that you’re a heartless monster. Whatever. You’ll take it as a win.
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