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Anzai was pleasantly surprised by the events that led to this moment.
It was the end of the school day, and he and Sakura had been tasked with the end of the class cleaning duty that day.
Anzai sighed as he stood at the front of the classroom, already dreading staying within his classroom any longer than he should.
Now it's not like Anzai disliked being with Sakura, of course he cherished his awkward grade captain and his silliness. After the events of KEEL, seeing Sakura's straight up wrong perceptions of himself and Furin, Anzai always saw Sakura as this timid cat that was too afraid of reaching out to its owner, and small yet assuring coaxing was the only way to get it to open up; which he found super endearing- not that he would ever tell that to the boy himself.
And he owed the boy so much after saving his friend. No it wasn’t Sakura-
It was cleaning that was the problem.
Anzai believed that he cleaned after himself pretty well, at least he felt he did. And sure he might get messy at times, but he believes that he takes care of himself just fine. The problem lies with his classmates however.
Somehow, someway their classroom always ends in disarray. Whether it be questionable liquids on the floor, to heaps of desks and chairs piled up in one corner of the room that end up looking like a museum still life- it always ended with the room being more trashed than it was in the morning.
This obviously led to many classmates- who had the unfortunate fate of cleaning duty- to deal with the class mess every day after classes ended.
‘And you would think after so many complaints they would try to be a bit more cleaner…’ The boy mussed as he took in the dirty room before him.
Of course he knows that he attends a fully delinquent run school, and with that comes the colorfully vandalized halls and classrooms, which mind you he liked very much. The thing is that class 1-1 was definitely a rowdy bunch, especially with all the eccentric characters within said class. With that there was bound to be a major hodgepodge of dirt and grime that came with it.
“Oi”
Anzai was taken out of his thoughts by his fellow classmate who was also staring at the mess with large distaste.
“The more we stand here, the more time it will take to clear up this damn mess. Let’s do this”. Sakura said while cracking his knuckles, as if he were preparing to fight the scene before him.
With a determined smile Anzai replies, "Roger!"
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Thirty minutes in and Anzai was already done with life, mentally begging to go home so that he could rot in bed and never touch another cleaning product again.
At first it was fine, they managed to arrange the stacks of chairs and desks to a somewhat organized lineup and threw out any loose wrappers and papers laying around. They even wiped down all the open surfaces that had thin layers of dust already forming.
Things were looking great-
Until the duo found large clumps of what seemed to be protein powder within the crevices on the floor and walls at the back of the classroom.
Anzai sweatdropped ‘That bastard Tsugeura- he probably gets too into his spiel about his workout that he doesn’t realize the mess he makes…’
“This is gonna be a pain to clean…” Anzai voices out loud while scratching his head.
A tsk to his right makes him glance toward his partnered cleaner, Sakura’s face is pinched with annoyance and disdain as he surveys the damage before him. “He looks like a grumpy cat,” Anzai pondered with a fond look.
“When I see Tsugeura I’m going to beat his ass for all this mess… ugh” The grade captain grumbled while crouching down to assess the sight more closely. Anzai couldn’t help but agree with the remark.
This leads them to now, where they currently are still scrubbing off the powder off the walls, or at least are trying to.
‘What the fuck is in this protein powder- why won’t this come off?!!?’ The boy questions as he continues to furiously scrub at the wall corner. He's been scrubbing for the past ten minutes and there has been little to no change in the bright mustard yellow stain that was banana protein powder.
After a few more strong scrubs Anzai eventually stops his attempts to clean the stain. 'This is getting nowhere.’ With a sigh he takes out his phone to open his go to music app, as he is doing so Anzai hollers to Sakura who is on the other end of the room, who is also scrubbing the floor with an irked expression.
“Hey Sakura, you don’t mind if I play some tunes do ya, it’s getting pretty chummy in here with all the silence yeah?”
Said boy perks up from being addressed to and replies “Uh yeah- do whatever you want”. With a gruff and a shrug, still caught up with the stains he has to deal with on his side of the classroom.
Anzai grins at the confirmation from his captain and immediately starts playing the class playlist. A few days after the confrontation with KEEL, Kiryu suggested making a joint music playlist stating “It would be nice to get to know everyone more…like their music tastes ya know!” with a usual lax smile.
No one is really sure if anyone uses the playlist, but they do play it sometimes when the class is together or when on patrol- just to keep the mood up and for some background noise.
Anzai especially needed a distraction with something to keep on going with all this darn scrubbing he's been doing.
A few more minutes pass by, along with various songs ranging to pop, metal, and folk. The playlist has helped time pass by, but it's still pretty hard to stay motivated when all you are doing is just wiping the same spot repeatedly. Currently the playlist just queued up a much more slow-paced song. Masaki silently groans, ready to skip the seemingly boring song when he hears it.
A slight melodic sound cuts the air the same time the first chorus of the song starts to play.
Confused, the boy looks around while thinking, ‘that’s strange… there should be basically no one left at school… unless’. Anzai tilts his head to get a better look at his companion, who is still working on the floor, and his eyes widen at the two realizations that pop up in his head.
One- Sakura is singing- albeit Anzai thinks that the two haired boy doesn't realize what he is unconsciously doing.
And two… it was beautiful.
Masaki could hear the soft voice even amidst the loud pop tunes coming out of his phone. The voice, though shaky and mumbly at parts, sounded like wind chimes lightly clamoring in the wind, free and refreshing to hear.
It was an endearingly lovely new piece of info that the Bofurin student stashed away in his mental Sakura folder for future references.
Anzai was tempted to call out the boy on this newly found talent, and maybe tease him- but the look on his grade captain's face immediately made Masaki stop in his tracks.
Sakura’s face looked so serene, the small upturn of his lips while he was singing. Along with the sunset's last rays contouring the dual haired boy just added more to his already fairly pretty features. Painting a very much an unforgettable shot that Anzai was bound to remember.
‘The others are gonna be so jealous when I tell them about this.’ Anzai slightly grinned, remembering how Kurita, Kakiuchi, and Takanashi gave him half assed sympathies as they were leaving.
Trying not to alert his buddy cleaner of his blatant staring, the first year looked back at his partially removed section of protein powder with new determined rigor.
‘Well might as well get to work- Sakura is giving me this reward after all.’
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Soon enough they managed to make it so that the protein powder stains blended in enough that they looked a part of one of the many graffiti painted on the walls. Which was good enough in their books.
Sakura and Anzai both huffed, tired and done with the labor they had gone through. After cleaning all the powder they could off they decided that they should probably start wrapping up and head home. Currently the duo were walking towards the school gates, ready to prance home and rest their hands from the rigorous cleaning job.
“Soo- Sakura how was it?”
“Hah? What do you mean?”
“I mean listening to music while cleaning, pretty chill right!”
Sakura starts shuffling side to side while avoiding Anzai's gaze, his ears already a faint shade of pink as he mumbles “Uh- I- I guess it was pretty nice…”
Anzai does a mental fist bump while flashing Sakura and elated smirk,
“That's great! You must really love the class playlist huh!”
“HEY I DIDN'T SAY THAT!”
“Don't deny it~”
“YOU-”
Before Sakura could snatch and smother Anzai for his comment, the said boy starts sprinting away. His last words being a quick “OH! Gotta go, see ya Captain!” before zooming out of Sakura’s reach and into the streets of Makochi.
Masaki continues to run, Sakura's sputtering sounding more distant by the second. A large smile on his face as he thinks back to the golden scene he witnessed while they were tidying up,
‘Maybe cleaning duty isn't that bad after all.’
‘I'm still gonna beat the shit out of Tsugeura tho, that fucking protein powder was a pain the the ass’