Your Pov

"Clean this room. I'll be back," C/N said as she gave me a broom and left. I looked at the classroom as I quickly put my face-mask on. Who in the hell would make a mess as big as this? I mean, all the chairs were facing downwards, papers were scattered on the floor, the desk were thrown to the corner. Heck, the wall has been written too. 

I quickly put my hands on my hair knowing that we needed to finish this by noon. It wasn't my fault that the room was messy. The one who did this was the one who needed to clean this, not us. I sighed and started to sweep the floor.  I looked at the papers, picking them up one-by-one, checking if it was important or should be thrown away. I knew I'd be dead if C/N sees me slacking off and not doing my duty. After all, I was the vice president of this school.

"Oi, you should pick the teacher's desk first. It would be easier, you know." I saw C/N holding a cloth on her hands and a spray. The mop was leaning on the wall next to her. C/N sighed as I stood up, picking the desk up and arranging it back. It wasn't really heavy, just easy to carry. She just looked at me and then quickly picked some of the papers on the floor. 

I blushed a little bit, picking some of the chairs too and arranging them back to rows and columns. I could see C/N giving a swift glance at me while blushing. "Like what you see?" I asked her, making her shook her head as a disapproval.

"I'm not looking at you dumb-ass. I was just looking at the board," she said as she stacks the paper and put it on the teacher's desk. I quickly hummed as a response, teasing her a little bit. She was denying it. "Whatever Ms. Clean Freak," I mumbled out, making her kick my leg. 

I gasped at the sudden action and winced a bit. Damn. That kick though. "Ouch, that hurts you know," I said, smiling a little bit. She gave me a 'Hmph' and walked away from me. I kept arranging the chairs, giving her small glances back and forth.

"Look, I'm not a clean freak. I just don't like anything filthy! It just pisses me off," she said, pouting and putting her face-mask and walked towards the window. She sprayed it with her spray bottle and scrubbed it. I smirked and grabbed the broom. 

"Still denying it, aren't you?" I asked her as she gave another glance then ignored me afterwards. She kept scrubbing it until the dirt was off. "Why the hell won't it disappear?!" She irritably asked, scrubbing it a bit harder this time. I just chuckled at her reaction and stood there, watching the sight.

She turned around and gave a glare. "Why the hell aren't you sweeping the floor Y/N? It's filthy!" I grinned, making her mumble out some words and stomped towards my direction. "I said, why aren't you cleaning the floor?!" she asked me sternly, making me shrug.

"I don't know. I prefer to watch the scene a while ago. It's entertaining," 

"What? Watching me work myself on that window? You call that entertaining?" she asked me, raising her eyebrows for a bit. She quickly made her way back to the window, scrubbing it as hard as she can to get the dirt stain on it. I shrugged and swept the floor, collecting dust and some torn pieces of papers.

"You know, it's quiet," I said as I gave her a smile. She was still scrubbing the window and didn't really turn around. She just gave me a slight nod, making me look down. Silence filled the air as time passes by. We were still cleaning the walls with some of the supplies she gave me. I looked at her as she scrubs the walls a little bit harder.

"Can you reach that?" she asked me, pointing at some marks on the top wall. I nodded and scrubbed it a bit. She stood beside me, looking up at me. I kept scrubbing it, making the mark disappear. "Is that the last one?" I asked her, looking down at her as she nods.

I sighed in relief, wiping the sweat off my face. I quickly sat on one of the chairs, panting. She looks at me and puts her hand on her pockets, giving me her handkerchief. "Here. You look like someone who ran for miles," she said, handing it to me. I shook my head as I waved my hands. "No, no. I'm fine."

"Please, I insist," she said, not taking her hands off in front of me. I shook my head, standing up and ready to leave. She quickly grabbed my hand and forcefully made me sit. I sat back down, looking at her as she carefully wipes the sweat with her handkerchief. 

"You're such a clean freak." She glared at me and crossed her arms. I genuinely smiled at her as she turns around, blushing. "I'm not a clean freak."

I approached her, linking my arms around her. 

"Yes, you are. You're my clean freak." she just scoffed and then smiled.

"I love you too, Mr. Filthy," she said as she giggled. I pinched her cheeks as I grinned.

"Hey! Stop pinching my cheeks with your filthy hands!"  she said, laughing with me.