<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Anime_Swimmer_03.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Takahiro "Tak-kun" Tsurugi</strong></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td><strong>"Hai hai, Ooka-san~"</strong> With a sigh the swimmer let the opened magazine fall onto his face, covering it completely as he just laid there motionlessly for a minute. Not soon after the other male in the room tossed a roll of yen bills bound by a rubber band towards him, which bounced off his torso and landed next to his chest on the bed. Blindly grasping it in his hand, he held it up for a moment, signalling wordlessly that he knew what it was for. Yasu often paid in cash for his share of the bills and the rent, so he usually just gave it to Takahiro to compensate for the amount automatically taken off the pro athlete's bank account every month. He suspected that there was some extra cash in there for the upcoming grocery store trip too.<br/><br/>Ayumi was the primairy cook in the household. While Takahiro could make a mean baked fish, he had few other recipes in his arsenal. And Yasu... Well, the less said about that, the better. Because of Ayumi's tighter work schedule, and the fact that he wasn't really the obsessive compulsive cleaning type like former basketball player, meant that grocery shopping was primairily his task within the household. He didn't mind, though the middle-aged housewives fighting over the timed bargains could be scary if you got too close.<br/><br/>Once the other two had left the room he rolled out of bed and did as was asked of him. Taking the sheets, pillowcases and comforter off the bed, he gathered the whole lot in his arms and exited the bedroom. Walking down the small hall leading to the front door of their apartment, he lowered his arm onto the doorhandle of the small space next to the front entrance. Inside were the washing machine and dryer, setup on top of each other next to the boiler. Squatting down, he opened the transparent door of the washing machine and stuffed the goods in. After everything was set and done, he left it to do its work and returned to the bedroom.<br/><br/>Slipping into his tightfitting swim shorts, he moved to the main area of the house. Since he had morning training later, it was easier to just put them on now. Stretching his arms above his head, he headed over to the dining table to help get things ready, setting out dishes, utensils, and drinking glasses. Once he was done, he took his cellphone off its charger and sat down at the dining table to check his messages. From where he sat he could see the other two going about their business in the kitchen area.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>