"First and foremost, I am not going to be your maid."

Shiro plunked down an overflowing basket of garbage and stray clothes, a pair of sneakers balancing precariously atop it all. The dining room went quiet as all eyes turned to the offending object before moving to Shiro's irritated face.

"This," He began, gesturing to the basket. "Is what I've been finding in the common room, the bathroom, the hallway, every space we are entitled to share. And I'm not a fan of living in a pigsty, so could we please focus on keeping things tidy here?"

"Sorry," Pidge voiced, plucking the sneakers away from the pile.

"You can't pin the blame on all of us," Keith argued, spooning another heaping serving of casserole onto his plate. A sudden tension had developed around everyone except for him; Keith remained aloof about the entire situation. "If anyone's to blame, it's Lance. He throws his stuff everywhere, and you saw what he did to the kitchen the other day."

"That was one time," Lance huffed, slamming his fork against the table. "C'mon, are we not gonna point out how Hunk leaves his jackets literally anywhere."

"Lance!" Hunk looked hurt.

"Hunk, buddy, I love ya, but let's be real. How many jackets have you lost around campus just these first two weeks?"

Hunk bowed his head, turning his gaze to the casserole. "Four."

"Unlike you heathens, I can take the blame like a responsible person," Pidge announced. "Shiro, these shoes were mine and I apologize. If you supply me with a water spray bottle, perhaps I can train my uncivilized roommate to clean up after himself."

"Hey!"

"Alright, alright, I just..." Shiro paused, pressing the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a few moments before continuing. "I'm not saying for you guys to start blaming each other. I don't care who did what, I just want this apartment to stay habitable! Can we do that? Can we all do that?"

Wary nods all around the table. "Thank you," Shiro huffed, picking the basket off the kitchen table and stalking out of the room.

"...can we all agree he's actually the messiest here?" Keith piped up once he was gone.

"Aye," three voices replied.