Laundry fiasco
"Maaaaachi!!" You whined, drawn out and loud as you laid on the top of your bed, arm cast over your face. She leant against the door with an amused smirk on her lips.
"Y/N." She hummed, mimicking the same drawn out tone your had used.
"What am I going to do? I'm dead meat." You huffed.
"You're so dramatic." She scoffed playfully.
"I'm not dramatic! This is serious!" You cried, sitting up quickly before flopping back down.
"I think he'll like it." She hummed, unable to hide her smirk as she eyed the pile of Hisoka's clothes.
Earlier that morning, you'd decided to do the laundry, little did you know, you'd accidentally mixed Hisoka's white clothes with one of your own pink t-shirt, effectively dying his clothes pink. You looked down at the clothing grimly.
"He's going to come looking for his clothes sooner or later." Machi reminded you. She'd see you flee to your room, and come to inspect your odd behaviour, which was when she discovered your little fiasco.
"I know." You whined, rubbing the fabric between your fingers, as if that was going to help.
"Lets make a bet. I bet that Hisoka won't care about his clothes." She suggested and you looked at her.
"I bet he very much well, have you met him? He's so meticulous." You huffed and Machi chuckled.
"Okay, so thats your bet, I've told you mine. Now if I win, you have to kiss me." You looked up at her, mouth agape before you flushed heavily.
"You don't have to make bets, you can just ask..." You mumbled but she shook her head.
"But this makes it fun." She mused and you pouted before the tell tale tapping of Hisoka's shoes sounded down the hall. You tensed up and Machi briefly looked down the hall, a sly grin crossing her lips.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." She mused under her breath. Hisoka approached your door, peering in past Machi, his eyes honing in on the pile of clothes before you.
"Oh!" His eyes widened and you quickly stood, clutching the clothes to your chest.
"Hisoka! I'm so sorry it was an accident! I did the washing and the colours got mixed and your clothes... Well, here." You walked towards him, handing him his clothes. He gave them a once over silently, before flinging the clothes over his shoulder so they hung past his chest.
"Not a colour I'd pick for myself, but I'll make it work." He smirked, lips pulling into a sly smile.
"Unless you're trying to ruin my clothes so I walk around naked." He moved closer to you, but Machi's outstretched arm stopped him.
"Yeah, no one wants that, off you go. Don't you have someone to kill, some kids to bother?" She ushered him away and he laughed loudly before retreating. She turned to face you.
"Well, looks like I win. Now, about that kiss..."