In (M/N)'s eyes, the mess hadn't been that important or big. A simple spill of milk after his elbow had gone off course, it had been an accident, and he'd meant to clean it up. But when Eren, who was resting on the couch, eating popcorn while the movie began, beckoned (M/N) over, the (h/c) male had completely forgot.
And when his other lover, a dark-haired male named Levi, arrived at home - groceries in hand and the usual grimace on his face, he still hadn't remembered to clean up the mess. It wasn't until Levi sauntered into the kitchen, Eren and (M/N) trailing behind him, that (M/N) remembered.
And the spilled milk was still there, on the dining table's counter, just waiting for Levi to see it. And he did. Before (M/N) could sneak his way over to the sink to grab a washcloth and dispose of his mess before anything happened, Levi saw.
"What the hell is that?"
(M/N) nervously curled his fingers around the hem of his shirt. Levi was glaring at the mess on the table, a frown playing on h