How's the recovery? Maybe there is something else taking place.

Enjoy.

~~~~~

It was an off day as you were around the house. Life at home was something from a cliche script. A mother, father, a little sister, and an uncle that stopped by frequently since he lived around the corner. You were doing some stretches to help your scars and stretch marks on your arm as your mother was making coffee. It was still morning as your uncle and father were having a conversation at the table until you sat down. 

"Hey boy." Greeted your uncle.

"Hey Uncle."

"Question. You want to make a little money?"

"Sure. Why not. What do you got?"

"I got a woman who said she needed sanitation and laundry. The apartment isn't too far away in that regard. Your cousin Asumi said she was going to study. Are you up for it?"

You want to hear that out right. "Woah. Hold on. What work does Asumi do? Cleaning?"

"I believe so." Nodded your uncle.

"I don't have to dress up right?"

"No skirts today. Ironing skirts maybe." He chuckled.

"I was waiting for the lewd comment somewhere..." You sighed with a smile.

"I'll give her a call now. She can set everything up. It shouldn't require any heavy lifting. She made sure of that. We all know about your arm. Hopefully this is it for you. No more troubles."

"You know Uncle, I don't know what the future holds, but I wonder how long it will last. Worst case what happens then?"

Your father put down his coffee. "Curveball instructor."

"You know Dad," You stopped everything. "I, I've never thought about it."

"(FN) you could. Something to think about. It kills your old man seeing you hurt. Third time around now and it feels all the same. I feel terrible. Think about it later. Tell your cousin Asumi we're thinking about her."

"Alright. Will do."

~~~~~

You met Asumi outside a house. It was a current customer she was doing a job for. It freaked you out seeing your cousin in a maid outfit. Not surprising considering the job, but a little weird seeing her purple pigtails in that outfit.

"Hey. (FN). You're getting taller on me." Smiled Asumi.

"So this it?"

"No this isn't it. I wrote wanted to give you a pair of gloves and a mask just in case. I don't know what she likes to use or how dirty it is. I'll text you the address and you can be on your way."

"Alright."

A little money you could use just to save for the time being. Currently no girlfriend, not needing baseball equipment, and no manga update to your favorite series. But a good idea to turn down a few bucks.

You get to the address and and go to the apartment number. Double checking to make sure it is the correct one before knocking on the door.

"Coming." Called a voice. The door opened. "Whaa!"

"Sensei?" Yeah, this is Kirisu Sensei's apartment apparently. The main difference was she was in a track jacket rather than her blazer. But she can do whatever she wants at home. No one wears a suit to bed. 

"What are, you doing here?" She gasped.

"My cousin Asumi sent me here to clean."

"Wait, you're part of a maid cleaning service?" She pondered.

"One time job. She's slammed today. My uncle the house and here I am. So am I enter?"

"Thank you but I refuse." She looked down. 

"Sensei I need to do this. Please. Count this even for you helping me at least. Please."

"I can't. I do apologize." She closed the door. Before you can react she screamed. 

"Sensei!" You open the door and thought disaster struck. In actuality, she shaking. "What's wrong?" You cried.

"He's-" She pointed and shook. 

"Who's he? An intruder?" Wondering what is going on. Something seems weird. Now that your nerves are settling down you think that it is very unlikely for an intruder to get to an apartment on the third floor. "Sensei?"

"He's crawling!" Now she was so hung out and overwhelmed she clung to you. Hugging her arms around your upper body. 

"Crawling? Hey. Easy. You're-"

"Wahhh!" She whaled.

She's rubbing up on me. This is awkward. But yet it feels comfortable and all. I don't know if I like this or I don't. "Can't I just kill this co-"

"Indecent!" She called.

"Did I say something lewd?"

"Don't say it's name."

"History tells me you're afraid of these things. Let me go and I'll kill it."

"Please!" She gripped you tighter.

"Sensei, I need you to let go first. You're rubbing against me."

"Sorry!" She blushed and turned away. Loosening her grip. "Kill it, kill it!"

How someone could be so afraid of this bug is beyond anything you can comprehend. Then there is the fact that the apartment is a wreck. How someone is so firm, strict, and organized at school has part hoarders inside. But how are you going to find this one cockroach in here? Then if there is only one cockroach. When is there just only one of these disgusting things?

Going over a trash bag this is going to escalate. Papers lay everywhere. You catch your balance on a stake of magazines and feel this soft material. As you look over to see what your hand has grabbed onto, this was bad in a different category. Your hand was on top of a bra. Your hands felt the inside of the cups. With black lace around the whole outside.

So I have to find and kill cockroaches, get this place cleaned, and on top of that try not to be called a perv when she seemingly puts anything everywhere. This is a nightmare. I got to learn more too.

~~~~~

Best of luck cleaning.

-Rel